"Manager, what should we do now?" a worried headwaiter asked, looking at the manager.
None of these people could be affronted, but to simply ignore the situation would disgrace their hotel.
"How should I know?" the manager gritted his teeth, his own nerves beginning to fray, aware that these were individuals they couldn't afford to offend.
Francis, needless to say, was a commander in the Garrison.
As for Benjamin, he was a boss in the underworld.
Anyone familiar with these two knew that crossing them ant you might as well not bother trying to make a life on this planet anymore.
It would be better to find a place to bury yourself, perhaps even dying more comfortably that way.
"But we can't just let him continue to cause a scene. What if sothing else happens? What then?"
The reputation of their hotel was critically important, and upsetting the owner would leave them with nowhere to hide, let alone to live.
The manager felt endlessly troubled, sweat dripping from his forehead.
Suddenly, he was overwheld with regret, a deep sense of regret.
Why did he have to be on duty today?
Why couldn't he have taken a day off, especially knowing in advance that sothing like this would happen?
He definitely wouldn't have co.
Now, he felt a rush of panic, unsure whether he should send a ssage to the boss.
But then he thought better of it; the boss was always well-inford about everything happening in the hotel.
Usually, the boss would arrive imdiately if such incidents occurred.
Yet, the absence of the boss now might an that he preferred not to intervene in such matters.
With this realization, he felt a slight relief, believing he had indeed made the right guess.
He then turned to the headwaiter beside him.
"Alright, since they want to handle it themselves, let's stay out of it. You better mind your own business. If you can't keep your mouth shut, you might as well not bother living here anymore."
The headwaiter was stunned, then instinctively clamped his mouth shut, though his eyes revealed a growing concern for everyone involved.
To be honest, they were eager to witness these two powerhouses appear together; such a scenario typically signaled imnse stakes involved.
Was this person not favored by the boss after all?
John felt as if a great mountain was relentlessly pressing down on his back, as though soone was trying to force him to submit.
Yet, he endured it sternly.
His spirit seed to be constantly crushed under this pressure.
His essence churned, and if not for his divine favor, he would have already been lying down!
Initially, Francis might have had so reservations, but now his view of John had distinctly changed.
This man had managed to hold on for so long, he must indeed possess so real strength.
"Quite interesting," Benjamin murmured with a slight smile.
However, the next mont, the smile on John's face gradually faded, replaced by a solemn expression.
He now felt an increasing pressure, and his spirit was under a severe attack, nearly losing control, yet he bit down hard, enduring it.
"Hmm..."
John grunted, a trickle of blood sliding from the corner of his mouth.
Benjamin's smile also faded.
With a snap of his fingers, a faint green tint suddenly appeared in the air.
[You have been poisoned!]
John noted the system's alert that he indeed was poisoned, and the rate at which his HP was dropping was terrifyingly fast!
At this mont, his HP was dropping at 150 per second, and it was still accumulating!
This poison was truly dreadful!
Silver Tear and Dark Fox were also poisoned, their complexions turning ashen in an instant, and they noticed their fingertips starting to blacken.
The two exchanged glances and imdiately thought to carry John away from the scene, but John subtly shook his head at them.
They tried to speak but found their throats painfully dry.
As soon as they opened their mouths, a spurt of purple-black blood sprayed out—a truly fierce poison!
Neither of them had any capacity to resist; they wanted to act, but soon found their fingers growing numb.
John, with his system's keen observation, could see their HP dropping visibly fast.
If not for his own strong resistance, he would likely have lost half his health by now.
Though anxious inside, he kept a composed expression, pretending to retrieve sothing from his storage ring, when in fact, he was drawing from a secret realm fragnt—the Tree of Life sap!
The sap, enveloped in a special aura at John's fingertips, was flicked by a gentle snap of his fingers directly onto the foreheads of Silver Tear and Dark Fox in the form of two droplets.
This was one of the few lifesaving items given to him by Abby—the Tree of Life!
All elves are born from the Tree of Life, and its sap is known as the essence of life.
Regardless of the potency of the poison, as long as one isn't killed instantly, there's a chance to survive!
However, others were unaware of this; they only saw John discreetly flick his fingers, and then so mysterious liquid landed on the foreheads of the two afflicted n.
In that mont, both of their complexions began to improve, and they found they had room to resist.
However, instead of engaging, they chose to retreat with lightning speed, swiftly moving away from that area.
Initially, they thought they would need to exit the entire restaurant, but after retreating about five or six ters, they suddenly felt a change.
It was as if they had passed through a thin mbrane, and then the air outside beca instantly lighter, free from the oppressive weight of a mountain that had been bearing down on them before.
Exchanging a look, both saw surprise reflected in each other's eyes.
Their concern for John deepened as well.
This situation also ant that these two individuals' control over space far exceeded their imaginations.
The ability to create such a mbrane was indeed an incredible feat.
No wonder Francis, rely a supre-tier awakener, could hold such a crucial position as a commander.
The two were exceptionally complentary: one creating barriers and exerting pressure within, the other filling the air with poison.
Even the most formidable individuals would struggle to react imdiately under such circumstances.
It was as if they had both been thoroughly ensnared the mont they encountered this setup.
They were filled with dread now, not even daring to imagine what might have happened if John hadn't saved them.
They didn't know what that drop of liquid was; all they rembered was the excruciating pain they felt, nearly on the brink of death.
Yet, the next second, a cool liquid touched their foreheads, and suddenly, they were completely revived, feeling all the negative effects vanish in that mont.
They also received a subtle signal from John to leave for now.
Normally, they would have wanted to stand by John, to advance or retreat together, but at that mont, they simply had no capacity to resist.
In contrast, John seed to handle the situation with ease, so staying there would only burden him.
Almost instantly, they understood the pros and cons of the situation, and without any hesitation, they left.
Now, knowing about this so-called barrier, their concern for John's predicant deepened.
With such formidable adversaries, including one who was a transcendent-tier fighter, could John really manage?
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