John looked at the two men with a half-smile, not saying a word, but the wariness in his eyes was unmistakably clear.
These two were definitely not as simple as they appeared.
Indeed, Francis's expression was hardly pleasant as he watched John, then suddenly let out a cold laugh.
"I must admit, I didn't expect you to have such skill, managing to make those two pay such a heavy price."
The cost was indeed severe; one man dead, the other critically injured, with uncertainty about his survival.
While the medical team was exceptionally skilled, if the cost was too great and the injured person's value didn't justify the expense, they would certainly opt to give up.
To them, even a supreme-tier awakener was just that; they wouldn't care much.
"Although I'm a supreme-tier myself," Francis added, "there's still a gap between us."
"Flattered," John replied dryly as he sat down on the sofa, then glanced at Jasminette.
