After dealing with the vendor disrupting the market and the thug harassing his daughter, Bahar dismantled the sniper rifle in just ten seconds, packed it into a briefcase, and quietly took it away.
He quickly circled through the jungle and left via another road.
There were too many people in the market. He could not chop off the man's finger to use as an offering.
Therefore, that head did not count. Recently, he had sensed that the atmosphere inside the apartment was becoming increasingly unusual. At present, he had collected only a little over eight hundred right index fingers.
So he had to speed things up.
In fact, he had killed more than a thousand people over the years, but the index fingers of roughly two hundred of them could not be collected, leaving him no choice but not to count them.
The moment Bahar turned onto a corner of the road, he stopped dead.
A hunched evil spirit stood before him, radiating yin energy as it waited silently.
He took a slight step back, switched the briefcase to his left hand, then pressed his right index finger against the center of his forehead.
As his finger pressed down, a red mark emerged amid the fleshly imprint.
This was the mark of a Satanist.
Upon seeing it, the hunched evil spirit turned into a mass of yin energy, burrowed into the ground, and vanished. Bahar hurried onward, avoiding the eyes of those around him.
Back in the market, As the young man in the jacket fell, and the surrounding customers fled in panic, quite a few vendors suddenly stiffened.
They picked up the knives and carrying poles from their stalls and walked blankly toward the young man.
Customers standing in their way were attacked indiscriminately.
The entire market instantly descended