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

Chapter 331: Chapter331-Invitation

The middle-aged man couldn't help but laugh as he watched the stout man's demeanor, then he slowly stood up.

The two men walked out without further conversation, their understanding of each other so deep that a single glance was enough to convey all that was unsaid.

Meanwhile, after dispatching the others, John began to meditate with closed eyes.

Silver Tear watched him curiously, wanting to ask something but hesitating.

Before she could speak, John, eyes still closed, prompted, "Go ahead and ask."

Surprised, Silver Tear voiced her concern, "You forcefully dismissed those people just now; they're sure to seek reinforcements, and they seemed like a tough crowd. Why provoke them?"

Dark Fox, too, was puzzled.

Their mission had been to rescue their captain, and now that it was accomplished, the priority should be a safe return.

Logic dictated they keep a low profile, yet John had stirred up trouble with seemingly dangerous individuals, contradicting their objective.

"Have you considered that even if we can leave the hotel, can we truly escape this planet?"

The locals had been scrabbling around here long enough to easily take control of the stations.

If they didn't want them to leave, there would be no way out.

The floating train travels through space; boarding it unnoticed would be no small feat.

And given the demeanor of those men earlier, who clearly had a grip on both the underworld and lawful realms, negotiating with them soon would be nearly impossible.

The only option seemed to be making them want to let go willingly.

But all three knew this was unlikely, given the extensive networks involved.

"So, you deliberately provoked them to make a move on you, then use the power of the Rose Hotel to openly challenge them in the arena? This way, we won't have to worry about their backing forces, right?"

John nodded in affirmation.

Silver Tear knew there was no better plan, yet she couldn't help but worry.

"But you've already fought once, and though you've recovered to about seventy or eighty percent of your condition, what if something happens to you? How will we get back safely without you?"

"Calm down!"

Dark Fox could clearly sense Silver Tear's emotions spiking and shouted to steady her.

Silver Tear's eyes were beginning to redden.

"Although our mission is indeed to rescue the boss, I don't want anything to happen to you. If something goes wrong, the boss will never forgive himself."

Dark Fox fell silent; he knew the boss's temperament.

He also knew that if the boss ever found out that it was John's sacrifice that secured his freedom, Victor might live with guilt for the rest of his life.

John slowly opened his eyes, his gaze serene and composed.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

The two were worried, but they said no more.

After all, this was the only solution.

Even if they were to fight, they would only make things worse.

Frankly, if they had faced the captain themselves, victory would have been impossible.

They had always been amazed by John's strength, capable of defeating the captain.

Such a feat should be impossible for someone merely gold-tier.

Yet John had done it.

Although the victory was brutally hard-fought, it exceeded their expectations.

"Let's just go with his plan," Dark Fox finally sighed.

"Since he's made up his mind, there's probably nothing we can say to change it."

Regardless, John had made his choice, and there was no stopping him now.

All they could do was trust John and be there to support him when needed.

That was the only way they might have a better option.

They were united in this, and only by sticking together could they safely extract their boss.

"Alright, you two haven't eaten much, let's head to the restaurant for a meal," John said slowly.

At this moment, Silver Tear was too anxious to think about eating.

"I'm not really in the mood to eat, let's just figure out how we're going to get back," she replied.

Dark Fox could tell John had other things on his mind and, without further ado, whisked Silver Tear away.

"Come on, if you're told to eat, just eat. Stop making a fuss here. Who knows, you might even come up with some ideas while we're there."

You felt somewhat bewildered.

It was just a meal, what was the big deal?

Why the sudden harsh tone towards you?

Your next chapter is on ???

But then, thinking of John nearby, you forcibly calmed yourself with a deep breath and managed to control your emotions.

"Fine, let's go see what there is to eat. I haven't eaten in so long, I am actually quite hungry."

When John and the others arrived at the restaurant, they realized just how clearly delineated the place was by class.

And the prices were frighteningly high; even the most basic plate of greens cost 200 federal coins!

It was truly staggering.

Although Silver Tear had braced herself, she couldn't help but gasp at the prices.

They were outrageously high; dining here would surely bleed diners dry.

Even the simplest rice dish was 50 federal coins.

When John flashed his medal, the demeanor of everyone in the place shifted to one of deep respect.

"Would you like a private booth on the second floor, or perhaps the VIP room on the third floor?" they asked him.

They had only come to gather information, so they decided to stay on the first floor.

The waitstaff, hearing this, displayed a peculiar expression but ultimately smiled and led John and his companions to their seats.

Although they wondered why this guest insisted on sitting in the main hall, they followed the guest's wishes.

They took a seat by the window, and John immediately noticed that some people's gazes were fixed on them.

Among these looks, some were appraising, while others carried a hint of curiosity.

A few seemed to be assessing their worth, looking at them as if they were merchandise.

Silver Tear found these gazes deeply uncomfortable, but she knew there was little she could do about it.

In this place, those without power were indeed treated as mere commodities.

Now that they had defeated the captain, they were seen as potentially profitable entities in the eyes of others.

Although John knew that sitting in different sections of the venue could signify varying levels of status, he still chose to sit in the main hall on the first floor.

This spot generally offered more information and better intelligence.