London time 08:10 AM, North District, a forest near Bedlam Asylum.
A slender shadow in a pitch-black tailcoat swept violently through the woods, a dazzling red light twinkling in the center of the distinctive V-shaped mask, unreserved killing intent surging forth like a viscid river.
Crows screeched, scattering towards the sky, their hoarse cries breaking the quietude of the forest.
The Black Judge stepped on the thick tree roots, maintaining as high a position as possible to accurately track the movements of a van in the distance.
Suddenly, he shifted his gaze from above the van to look straight ahead. Vaguely visible behind the bushes and trees seemed to be a number of people hiding well.
They were well concealed, but the Black Judge's dynamic vision was far from ordinary, even the slight protrusion of an elbow from behind a tree was clearly visible.
