Infiltrating behind enemy lines is quite the thrilling affair.
But once exposed, it turns into a flee for survival.
Seamus Jackson never dreamed that he had just entered Rat Town and before he could make his mark, he would become a rat himself.
Indeed, this fits well with the name of Rat Town.
However, the original inhabitants of Rat Town had become cats.
And Seamus Jackson, a wounded malicious rat.
It wasn't even dark yet, but Seamus Jackson was already exhausted.
The hidden weapons on his body had long been depleted, and the weapon box had become a useless lump of iron.
"Huff~"
Seamus Jackson discarded his bloodied clothes in advance and slipped into a busy market, pretending to be an unsuspecting onlooker.
Rat Town is the Seventh Route's headquarters, bustling beyond compare.
Even before darkness fell, the marketplace was packed with people.
Suddenly.
Seamus Jackson sensed danger.
He turned sharply just in time as a knife grazed past his body.
Crack!
