With a crisp sound, the opponent's nearly healed neck had its spine crushed again, along with the vocal cords, turning into a mess.
The 'collaborator's eyes bulged.
The hatred and rage in his eyes almost became tangible.
If looks could kill, Jason would have been dead and gone.
Unfortunately, they couldn't.
Under the glaring eyes of the 'collaborator', Jason opened the backpack and took out the contents one by one.
Inside the huge travel bag, there weren't many kinds of items.
Just two things in total.
Books and gemstones.
The books occupied the majority, a hefty ten of them.
As for the gemstones, there were two.
One red, one blue, they glimmered when held in hand.
The rich 'fragrant' scent emanated from these two gemstones.
Jason wasn't in a hurry to eat, he wiped the two gemstones clean and placed them in his coat pocket. Then, under the increasingly hateful gaze of the 'collaborator', he looked through the ten books.
