Following a complex and mysterious yet brief sound, a brilliance suddenly appeared. The blinding light enveloped Davide, the vehicle driven by Hunter, and also those black-clad gunmen. Cries of pain arose one after another. "Take cover! Take cover!" The leader of the men in black shouted loudly. But, it was too late. Davide tentatively asked. Hunter was stunned, then suddenly looked towards Jason. He had felt the figure before him looked familiar, and when Davide spoke, the figure instantly merged with the tall, strong one from his memory. Hunter was certain of it. But the Jason standing before the two men flatly denied it. "Jason? Are you talking about that famous writer?" "Sorry, I’m not him." "I’m just a passerby ’Masked Man’." Jason earnestly fibbed. Who else but yourself would give such a high appraisal to a third-rate writer? The young Hunter almost couldn’t control his expression, wanting to roll his eyes. Davide, however, was much more composed, maintaining his habitual smile. "Then, Mister ’Masked Man’ just passing by, is there anything else you want?" "If not, we’ll be taking our leave." The middle-aged police chief asked tentatively. Although he had confirmed that the person before him was indeed Jason, the scene before him still left the middle-aged police chief deeply shaken. Almost two decades of being a detective had allowed the police chief to encounter many utterly ruthless individuals, but he could assert that none of those individuals could compare to even a little finger of the Jason before him. Ṟ₳ƝóВЕꞩ Just look at the bodies on the ground. How long did that flash of light last? In such a brief interval, to eliminate so many men—why become a writer, the police chief did not know; all he knew was that if Jason wanted to trouble them, they would surely be doomed. So, the police chief probed. He hoped to understand Jason’s attitude. And the outcome was a relief to him. As soon as he finished speaking, Jason twisted his body and walked away. Hunter watched Jason closely. At this moment, seeing Jason leave, he couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. But the middle-aged police chief spoke up again. "Could you tell me, why did you help me?" The police chief asked. "He who bears wood for the fires of others should not freeze to death in the snow." Jason continued walking, his voice fading into the distance but still clearly entering the ears of Davide and Hunter. After a brief moment of shock, they unconsciously muttered these words. Hunter’s eyes brightened, a conviction seemingly about to burst forth. Previously, he too had held a similar conviction, but it had been vague. Now, such conviction became crystal clear with Jason’s words. At this moment, he had found the value of his own existence. Davide was different. The middle-aged police chief, who had already understood what he needed to do, chuckled lightly and shook his head. "I just did what I had to do." Then, looking up, he shouted loud enough for that retreating figure to hear— "Thank you." Explore more stories with Jason heard this gratitude, the corners of his mouth lifting behind the mask, murmuring indistinctly. There will always be fools in this world who will step forward when others are in despair. Bringing light to others! Like the stars in the night sky! Dispersing the world’s darkness! Sincerely hoping these fools live long and worry-free lives. Otherwise, the darkness they’ve dispelled will sooner or later return, turning the whole world into an abyss, much like hell. Jason had seen such a state of affairs before. In the Nightless City. That place was already a living hell. One such place was enough. The universe might just be destroyed. Jason turned to look to the side.