As the words of the leader of the 'Freedom Army' of Zone 29 fell, Jason put away the short-handled broad blade cleaver and turned to stand right in front of the man.
With perception 17 times beyond that of average people, there was no need for bright lights; Jason could clearly see the other's appearance.
The face hidden under the hood was full of weariness, with disheveled hair and stubble, but the eyes were still quite bright.
A brightness that muddled people do not possess.
There was a scar running from the brow to the left cheek on the nose bridge.
A knife wound.
And on the right cheek, there were some burn marks.
In short, this was a man who had experienced much wind and frost, and battle.
At this moment, the man was looking at Jason with suspicion and uncertainty.
"Jason?"
The man spoke while waving his hand to signal his subordinates, who had drawn their weapons, to put them away.
Jason nodded.
The man frowned.
"How did you offend 'Jing'?"
