I, the All-Class Magus, All My Awakening Skills are LvMax - Chapter 332

Chapter 332: Chapter332-People from Garrison?
John showed no particular reaction to the bustling around him; instead, he quietly ordered several meals and waited patiently.

He could sense the atmosphere growing more lively, with many people glancing his way, seemingly debating whether they might find some value in approaching them, or perhaps hesitating to strike up a conversation.

Silver Tear was highly alert and sensitive to these nuances, but John and Dark Fox seemed much more composed, as if they were oblivious to any malice from others.

Yet, they were internally calculating when someone would finally give in and come over to talk.

Just as John was mulling this over, a commotion at the door caught his attention.

A middle-aged man and an extremely corpulent man who resembled a mountain of flesh entered the restaurant.

The rotund man wore a brilliant smile, reminiscent of a jovial Maitreya Buddha.

He was accompanied by two very seductive young women, dressed in scanty outfits that could hardly be called clothing, more like patches of fabric that barely covered the essentials, making them even more alluring.

As these two individuals appeared, the others in the restaurant instinctively averted their gazes in unison.

They dared not speak further, simply bowing their heads to their meals in silence.

Some people thought about leaving, but when they saw these individuals heading towards John’s direction, they forcibly suppressed their urge to depart.

Although they were very frightened, they were equally curious about what would unfold next.

Such powerful figures approaching, and now coming towards John—could it be that they were indeed targeting him?

Some quietly stepped aside, watching as the distance between them closed, their minds turning towards the anticipation of a spectacle, all the while maintaining a safe distance.

After all, even if they were there to watch, they had to ensure their own safety first.

Silver Tear distinctly felt the oppressive aura emanating from the two men, making their breathing grow more labored.

Particularly the jovially smiling, deceptively amiable-looking obese man seemed far more intimidating than the middle-aged man beside him.

The middle-aged man, still smiling, approached John.

His bodyguard, with keen insight, swiftly pulled out a chair for him and placed a soft silk cushion before allowing him to sit down.

The portly man, however, was far more relaxed; he plopped down onto the sofa with such force that even the sofa shook, visibly sinking under his weight.

Silver Tear distinctly felt the obese man’s gaze lingering on her for a long time before slowly pulling away.

She found this type of scrutiny highly distasteful.

If the gazes from others before were merely sizing them up for any hidden abilities, this man’s gaze truly seemed to appraise her as mere merchandise.

“So you are the one who defeated the Immortal Messenger’s challenger? Truly, a hero emerges from youth. You young ones are becoming increasingly formidable, even winning such challenging contests,” the middle-aged man said with a warm smile, while those around him showed great respect.

John noticed that their attire was identical to that of the men who had sought him out in his room.

It seemed these were indeed the people from what they called Garrison.

And who might this be? Could this be their so-called commander?

It didn’t quite seem to fit.

“Allow me to introduce myself. I am Francis Martinez, Commander of Garrison of Alkaid. I have taken a great interest in you. A talent as outstanding as yours should indeed join our ranks. Only then can we perfectly ensure the safety of our people from harm.”

Upon hearing this, a mocking smile curled at the corners of John’s mouth.

Protect the people from harm? How could he even utter those words?

As a military commander, here he was, indulging in debauchery, living a life of drunken revelry, completely oblivious to the plight of his lower-ranking soldiers and the suffering of the so-called common folk.

Claiming to act in the people’s best interest, yet engaging in such vile deeds.

“Is that so? I’m sorry, I’m not interested,” John responded coolly, while the portly man beside him continued to size him up with a beaming smile.

“I think you should consider it more carefully. After all, not everyone gets an opportunity to join my team,” the middle-aged man said with a slight smile, as if recalling something.

“Indeed, I did send people to invite you, but perhaps their attitude wasn’t the best, and it upset you. That’s on me. Rest assured, those men have been dealt with and won’t be troubling you any further.”

Upon hearing this, the onlookers couldn’t help but gasp.

My God!

What had they just heard?

The commander had extended an olive branch to this man, and yet he had declined.

My God, did he even realize what this meant?

Many onlookers had a different light in their eyes as they looked at John, starting to speculate whether he was mad or simply unaware of what this man truly represented.

His identity alone granted him carte blanche here—this was one of the top echelons on their planet!

They recognized the corpulent man beside him—the kingpin of the underworld!

Both were powerhouses who could undoubtedly stir up a storm of blood and violence wherever they went.

Yet, now, they had both appeared before this young man.

While the corpulent figure remained silent, his faint smile clearly conveyed a great deal.

It was evident that both held this young man, John, in high regard.

Although they had anticipated that John would attract attention, they had never imagined that these two heavyweights would both make an appearance.

“So you’re saying the people who came to invite me were yours,” John stated.

The middle-aged man nodded, then introduced himself.

“You can call me Commander, but I’d prefer if you used my name. I’m about the age of your uncle, so feel free to call me Uncle Francis.”

Francis watched John quietly, his face adorned with a radiant smile.

If John had never fully understood the term “smiling tiger” before, he certainly did now.

Though the man was speaking with a cheerful demeanor, the pressure emanating from him had thickened noticeably.

And while he suggested that John simply “think it over,” there wasn’t the slightest hint that he actually meant for John to consider it freely.

It seemed as though if John dared to utter another “no,” Francis might resort to violence at any moment.

Before John could even respond, Francis spoke again, still smiling.

“After all, coming from the capital must have brought its own set of troubles. But if you join my side, I can take care of many of those issues for you.”

As he spoke, Francis subtly flicked his fingers, and John watched as the water in the glass before them seemingly came to life, flowing backwards!

The water then slowly levitated, not dispersing but forming into small, animated spheres that danced between Francis’s fingertips.

John distinctly heard the sharp intake of breath from those around them, their eyes wide with disbelief and fear.

Fear?

What were they afraid of?