John dashed through the bustling streets like a nimble fish, his speed breathtaking.
Passersby only felt a gust of wind but saw nothing when they turned to look.
Only after confirming that no one was following did John finally slow down.
Wiping off a bit of cold sweat on his forehead, John pondered as he strolled.
Should he start wearing a mask or something?
He now realized just how widespread his fame was among the players.
The heated stares from the players in the Mercenary Hall still sent shivers down his spine, especially the almost ravenous gazes from some female players.
Looking up, John was surprised to find himself standing in front of the Dawn Breeze Auction House.
A faint smile appeared on his face - what a coincidence.
This was one of his intended destinations today.
