Being in the arena was too conspicuous.
John, though already aware of the prying eyes on him, dared not show any hint of difference in demeanor.
He knew that everyone was watching him, and any sign of fear would undoubtedly seal his fate, as standing out in this place was not a good thing.
However, he didn't care; his initial plan was to get the captain and leave this place, and whatever else would come, would come.
Even if he wanted to keep a low profile, those around him wouldn't likely see him as such.
Once inside the elevator, John couldn't help but grunt softly, a trickle of blood escaping the corner of his mouth.
He had been holding back for a long time and finally couldn't anymore.
The power exerted on him had been too intense; he had managed to endure it initially, but now he had reached his limit.
Jasminette glanced at him and gently pulled a small green bottle from her bag.
"This is from the master," she said.
