"Don't think too much about it." John didn't show much emotion on his face. He just said vaguely.
Then, he got up and changed his clothes.
He put on a black coat and a gray scarf.
He hid half of his face behind the scarf.
"I'm going out for a while." John stood by the door holding a long black umbrella. He looked at everyone and said in a deep voice.
Then, he pushed the door open and walked out of the room mysteriously.
In the studio.
Salefani, Victoria, and Hamlet retracted their gaze from the direction John had left one by one.
Hamlet continued his training.
To him, no matter what the most real secret of mankind was, he was only willing to be the sharpest spear in John's hands.
Salefani's mental quality was far inferior to Hamlet's.
She was a little dazed, uneasy, and terrified.
This was a secret that involved the truth of mankind and contained great terror.
Victoria asked Salefani to sit beside her.
