Capital City, on the outskirts, at the entrance of an ordinary fruit and vegetable market.
At the bustling market entrance, in a conspicuous corner, there was an author, an old man using a bamboo pole as a crutch.
The old man's eyes were blank, empty inside, clearly he was blind.
However, although the old man was blind, his ears were sharp, catching any rustle of apparent danger.
In the late evening, Andrea Jones' subordinate, following the information given by the Deathz organization, came to the market and effortlessly found the blind man.
However, when he clearly saw the face of the blind man, his pupils suddenly contracted.
"Isn't this from our Jones Family..." Andrea Jones' subordinate was shocked to his core, blurting out, but his words were cut short as they hung in the air.
That was close!
Andrea Jones' subordinate was secretly relieved, and cautiously looked around, coold sweat already dripping down his back.