Of course, the "Night Watcher" he created doesn’t count. Jason engraved such a guess in his heart. This kind of guess would be verified sooner or later. After he returned to "Lorde" again. He was still too weak! Protection at the Master level wasn’t enough! It had to be of a higher level! "I must reach each of those levels." "And then return to ’Lorde’!" "’Shepherd’, we’ll meet again then!" Jason narrowed his eyes and said each word in his heart. Even more so, it was his current pursuit. Turning around, Jason walked towards John and Brian. John still had that slightly cold and despondent look. Brian was a bit embarrassed. Without asking, Jason knew that Brian must have been affected by Edward’s "fantasy." To this, Jason was not surprised. Because, if he weren’t the party involved, he would also be persuaded by Edward’s well-argued "explanation." On the contrary, John’s calm and wisdom took Jason by surprise. "Why didn’t you believe what he said?" Jason curiously asked John. "Because, he is the enemy." John answered very straightforwardly. This response took Jason aback, and then he gave John a thumbs-up. He really liked that answer. Brian, standing beside them, felt even more ashamed. "Sorry, the retired life is just too comfortable, made me forget some critical things." Brian expressed his apology in a straightforward manner. Then, as if to make amends, the middle-aged father turned to Jason and asked. "What do we do next?" John’s gaze also came over. The despondent, cold man watched Jason. "I haven’t forgotten." "And I never break a promise." John’s dog had been killed. The related Emod was already dead. But that wasn’t the end of it. Emod was just one of them. There were still people like Troys, Todini, and Dodd associated with it. In John’s heart, these were the culprits behind Daisy’s death. But the brother Todini and the nemesis Dodd were still alive. They became John’s targets. John would never let these guys off. John said his thanks again. Then the despondent, cold man headed for the car parked to the side. In the roar of the engine, the car disappeared into the distance. Jason and Brian watched until the car was out of sight, and then Brian, dragging the sleeping McCaul, approached the other’s car. After opening the back door and putting McCaul inside, Brian, looking at Jason seated in the passenger seat, asked, "McCaul is okay, right?" "He’s fine, he’ll wake up at dawn." Jason asserted confidently. McCaul was influenced by Edward, but fatigue was also a factor. Waking him up at that moment would not be a good idea. Brian nodded, started the car, and drove straight to 3A apartments. Brian was not at all worried. He believed that John would do his best. Jason felt the same way. And indeed, that’s how things turned out. Just before dawn, after Jason and Brian had returned to the apartment, He was leading a stout bulldog, all black with a cross of white fur on its chest. The bulldog, standing on its legs, reached the height of an adult’s knee, had an untrimmed tail, and sturdy limbs, and its vigilant gaze meant that no normal person would easily pick a fight with it. ŖαΝỒᛒƐș Brian, who had been sitting in the living room, was surprised to see the bulldog staring defensively at him and looked inquisitively at John. "I found it by the side of the road." "It was in a overturned dogcatcher’s van." "With no tag, people were busy rescuing the driver and paid no attention to it, so I brought it back." "I plan on adopting it." John explained, then reached out and patted the bulldog on the head. Immediately, the bulldog began wagging its tail and licked John’s hand. The ever-cold John’s rigid expression softened slightly under the licking. "Still calling her Daisy?" John nodded, casually unfastening the leash. He planned to have Daisy wait in the entrance hall for a bit and then go, but before he could say anything, John noticed his dog suddenly cower in fear, tucking its tail and hiding behind himself. Then, he looked down at Daisy.