Sitting in that dimly lit restaurant, his own sneeze still echoed in his ears, Jason was stunned.
The feeling of being confined to the high-backed chair still lingered.
Just like before.
"Do I have a cold?"
Jason thought subconsciously.
But then he denied it.
With his current constitution, it was impossible for him to catch a cold.
It must be...
Is someone missing me?
Could it really be that someone is cursing me?
If it's that strong...
It's possible!
Who could it be?
Jason pondered the candidates, and then, after just two or three seconds, he gave up.
He had many enemies, but he had taken care of most of them.
The rest?
They were still beyond his reach.
For such enemies who wanted to curse him, he had no way of dealing with them other than quietly increasing his strength, and then, taking them down.
Thinking of this, Jason took a deep breath and looked at the black notebook that opened on its own.
[The richness of the soup always leaves a lingering taste!]
