Jhonny English was in a small hotel , currently tending to his wounds as he could not beleive that a bullet actually managed to pierce his abdomen on his way out.
This was the first time in his entire career that he had been shot , and he had to admit that at mid fifties , his recovery was not as good as the twenty year olds.
However , was he discouraged by this? Absolutely not . If anything Jhonny was satisfied in cutting the nose off of Hao Mi . He chuckled as he thought of that memory.
Jhonny was a man without much attachments , he did not know why he felt soo much at home with the Elites. A place where he came for retirement.
Wether it was the brat Shakuni or the other young elders , Jhonny simply adored the bunch. Even No , with whom he hardly spent a few days , he felt strongly towards like he was his own disciple.
