I, the All-Class Magus, All My Awakening Skills are LvMax

Chapter 350: Chapter350-Who's Backing Him?

John looked at the two men with a half-smile, not saying a word, but the wariness in his eyes was unmistakably clear.

These two were definitely not as simple as they appeared.

Indeed, Francis's expression was hardly pleasant as he watched John, then suddenly let out a cold laugh.

"I must admit, I didn't expect you to have such skill, managing to make those two pay such a heavy price."

The cost was indeed severe; one man dead, the other critically injured, with uncertainty about his survival.

While the medical team was exceptionally skilled, if the cost was too great and the injured person's value didn't justify the expense, they would certainly opt to give up.

To them, even a supreme-tier awakener was just that; they wouldn't care much.

"Although I'm a supreme-tier myself," Francis added, "there's still a gap between us."

"Flattered," John replied dryly as he sat down on the sofa, then glanced at Jasminette.

Obediently and with a charming smile, Jasminette moved to the side to start preparing tea.

Although the two men exchanged no words, their eye contact communicated volumes, making everything crystal clear to the onlookers.

If there had been any initial doubts about John's relationship with the boss, those were now completely dispelled by the obvious signs of familiarity.

It seemed likely that a major reason for the boss's absence was to observe their attitudes.

Although there had always been a truce-like understanding between them and the boss, with conflicts being manageable and resolvable, offending the boss over someone like John could jeopardize many future business opportunities.

Even Francis, as frustrated and resentful as he was towards John, had no choice but to suppress his anger.

This was a classic case of "losing more by going for too much."

Despite the rage boiling inside him, he had to maintain a facade of amiability, for he was acutely aware of the boss's presence and the high regard the boss held for John.

Under such circumstances, he had to ensure that all the necessary pleasantries were convincingly performed.

"Yes, you indeed have an attitude that keeps us in the dark about many secrets, such as how you managed to redirect that force with Spatial Collapse. How exactly did you do it?"

Francis managed to gather his emotions and forced a smile, hoping to glean some fresh insights.

After all, Spatial Collapse was considered extremely lethal to them.

However, if they could replicate John's method of redirecting it, the phenomenon would appear more malleable in their eyes, potentially enhancing their safety in future encounters.

But they also understood that now John had demonstrated this ability, the likelihood of Spatial Collapse reoccurring might diminish unless someone else mastered the technique, otherwise...

They had guessed it might come to this, but they didn't expect John to be so bold in his request.

"Are you sure?" Benjamin asked.

John lifted his gaze to meet his, as if questioning if there was any problem with his request.

Benjamin chuckled softly, opting to remain silent.

Meanwhile, Francis began to explain.

"I understand what you mean, and I know what you're thinking, but you need to realize something," he said earnestly.

"The Immortality Organization has been here for many years, and it's not something you can just overturn on your own. Moreover, they possess Divine-Favored."

"They claim to communicate with the divine and indeed possess divine consciousness. If you go it alone, I'm afraid you really don't know the meaning of danger."

John's fingers lightly played with the apple.

"Of course, I know."

He wasn't just aware; he himself was a bearer of the divine power.

So he was genuinely curious.

What were these people thinking?

He was eager to see what sort of force the Immortality Organization's divine power truly was.

"What's the matter? Is it because it involves the Immortality Church? So you two are even afraid to tell me these things?" John spoke casually, the apple resting in his palm.

The bright red fruit looked enticingly juicy, but at that moment, it also seemed laden with danger.

"Of course not. Since we've agreed to your request, we will certainly fulfill it. However, this matter doesn't seem to benefit us in any way," they responded.

John laughed at that.

"Don't forget, you were the ones who lost the bet. It's only right to honor a wager.

Whether or not it benefits you? What does that have to do with me?"

He tossed the apple into the air and caught it again.

"I'm no philanthropist."