Big Cat watched Shosuke take that fruit knife and head to the school where his son Jiro was.
He squatted by the entrance until school let out, then followed several hooligans.
The process was utterly unremarkable. On the way to play pachinko, he took them out one by one with a single stab each.
Knife raised, knife fell—his strikes were incomparably precise, as if he were battle-hardened.
But Little Illusion knew that this man had originally just been an ordinary wage earner.
"He really has been influenced by mysterious factors," Little Illusion said excitedly.
"Mm, work hard and find the Backstage Black Hand," Wenren Sheng said casually.
It was rare for this girl to be so motivated. If properly cultivated, she would be far more useful than tool people like Zhao Han and the others in the future.
After all, they were not on the same level of strength.
"Mm, I'll work hard," Little Illusion readily agreed.
Yet only half a day later, Little Illusion lay listlessly on the sofa in the study, looking utterly defeated. "I can't do this anymore. Why are there so many nested layers?"
"Tell me in detail."
"I started with that fruit knife. Then I found that the drunkard had casually stolen it from someone's little stall. The fruit knife at the stall had been brought from the stall owner's home, and when I got to his home, I discovered that the knife had been infected while cutting a watermelon. After finding the shop that had sold the watermelon, I discovered that the shop had problems too..."
Little Illusion had started counting on her toes as she spoke.
A long chain immediately appeared before Wenren Sheng's eyes.
"Can't you make a prophecy? And when you caught the owner of the Doomsday Skull last time, you