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...

Victor might no longer be a concern in this arena.

"I just hit it back with all my strength; big efforts bring miracles. Surely, you've heard that saying before?" John replied nonchalantly.

This response, far from mending the strain in their relationship, only strained Francis's smile further.

In their circle, anyone could become a friend, but just as easily turn into an enemy.

There are no eternal friends or foes, only perpetual interests.

If the benefits offered by the other side are substantial enough, even enemies can turn into allies.

Hearing John's response, they instantly realized that he probably didn't take them seriously or perhaps, didn't care about their stakes in this matter at all.

"The vigor and spirit of youth are indeed admirable," Benjamin said with a smile, his words tinged with implication.

"But I think you should consider other aspects in the future; after all, there are many powerful players out there."

John just chuckled softly in response.

"Yes, I've always known there are many stronger out there, but I don't care. It's all about who can outlive whom."

He then took a sip from the teacup handed to him by Jasminette, savoring the familiar excellent taste.

"Well, enough of this, let's get back to the main topic," John said, setting down the teacup and casually playing with an apple in his hand, his demeanor still nonchalant.

"When are we settling the bet from before?" he asked directly, causing the expressions on their faces to stiffen.

They hadn't expected John to be so forthright, cutting straight to the chase.

Thinking about it, they really weren't at a loss; they just needed to stop taking issue with John and agreed to do him a favor.

But how they would handle this favor was up to them.

"Of course," Benjamin continued with a warm smile.

"You won fair and square, and we are men of our word. Rest assured, we will help you solve any problem you can present."

John firmly grasped the apple in his hand and spoke directly.

"Well, then, I'll get right to it. There is indeed something I need you to handle."

He paused for a moment, his gaze fixed on the two men across from him as his lips curled into a half-smile.

"I need all the information on the Immortality Church, and why the Immortal Messenger appeared here. What's his condition? Why has he lost his sanity? If there's any solution to this, I want to know everything."

The two exchanged a knowing look, their expressions revealing an 'as expected' attitude.

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.

Your journey continues at M-V-L

"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."