I, the All-Class Magus, All My Awakening Skills are LvMax

"This is near the station; just one shout and the patrol will surely come."

Though he said this, his legs were trembling uncontrollably, clearly terrified.

Dark Fox heard this and chuckled softly, looking at him as if he were a fool.

"You also know this is near the station, yet you dared to attack us. Doesn\'t that prove that there really isn\'t anyone around? Or maybe those people already know what you do and thus don\'t pay much attention to this area."

The thug with yellow hair continued to wail on the ground, constantly thinking of a way to escape.

After all, with the advanced medical technology available, as long as he could leave with his severed hand, it could surely be reattached.

But hearing this remark made him involuntarily grit his teeth even harder.

John was right in his guess; they indeed had some dealings with the local patrol.

They knew they would be engaging in nefarious activities here, so generally, no one would come to this area.

Even if they made a lot of noise, it wouldn\'t attract any attention.

This was why they initially acted so brazenly and fearlessly against these newcomers.

People new to the area typically had no backup; anyone capable would have someone to pick them up.

These types were their ideal targets.

But unexpectedly, the hunters were pecked by the geese this time!

The few who appeared weak and meek turned out to be terrifying, handling their boss effortlessly and leaving him sprawled on the ground!

While the yellow-haired thug continued to wail outwardly, his other hand stealthily moved towards his back.

But the next second, he felt a chill on his neck—the same knife that had severed his hand was now pressed against his throat!

He froze, not daring to move, trembling slightly as he forced a weak smile.

"You know, I have a shaky hand, and if you keep moving, I might just accidentally stab you."

John was still smiling slightly, but his words came out ice-cold.

The yellow-haired thug momentarily stopped even his wailing, clenching his teeth and struggling to stabilize his emotions.

"I admit I underestimated you. You can go now; I won\'t bother you anymore."

Despite trying to calm his emotions and endure the pain, he couldn\'t manage it.

This man was like an iceberg, inscrutable, standing there with an unfathomable smile on his face.

"Weren\'t you the one who said you wanted to have some fun with us? Why are you suddenly in a hurry to see us leave?" John retorted.

The yellow-haired thug clenched his teeth while his companions trembled incessantly.

"What do you want to know?"

Though he could guess the intentions behind their presence, he still felt some regret.

If only he had known, he wouldn\'t have attacked them.

They seemed so fragile, but they were evidently quite capable, or they wouldn\'t have made it to their turf so effortlessly.

"Has anything significant happened around here recently?"

John had intended to directly inquire about Victor, but after careful consideration, he decided to approach the topic more indirectly.

No one knew exactly what had happened initially, nor the specifics of the situation.

Asking too directly might spook them and ruin everything.

The yellow-haired thug, already braced to answer questions, was caught off guard by such a query, and he was momentarily confused.

The other thugs around him were equally stunned.

What did this mean? What were they being asked?

What did it mean by any significant events recently?

The men exchanged glances, unsure of what to say.

"I\'m not a patient man. I\'ll count to three, and you\'d better give me a satisfactory answer, or I\'m not sure what I might do," John said, his face still wearing a faint smile.

The thugs exchanged looks and gritted their teeth, unsure of what would count as a significant event.

"1."

John began calmly, while those around him tensed, scrambling to think of what to say.

"2."

John\'s knife began to move, poised to strike at any moment.

Just as John was about to utter the final count, the yellow-haired thug hastily shouted, "I know, I know! There was indeed a major incident recently, but it has been suppressed. It happened half a month ago."

Silver Tear and Dark Fox exchanged a glance, instantly understanding that this situation might indeed be related to the issue they had come to investigate.

"Tell us what happened. If it satisfies me, I\'ll consider letting you go."

Although the yellow-haired thugs had said similar things earlier, for some reason, hearing it now sent an involuntary shiver down their spines.

They were certain that these seemingly harmless people were capable of committing heinous acts.

"There was a big explosion at the Immortality Church recently, supposedly caused by an outsider breaking in," the yellow-haired thug said, his voice strained as cold sweat dripped down his face.

"The people from the Immortality Church conducted a massive search, apparently looking for a foreigner, but who it was specifically, we don\'t know. We only heard that they eventually caught him and threw him into the underground city."

"Later, that person supposedly tried to escape and killed many members of the Immortality Church, including a vice bishop. I really don\'t know what happened after that."

Dark Fox and Silver Tear exchanged another look, guessing that the person mentioned was likely their captain.

However, they still had no idea where this so-called underground city was, nor what the relationship between this Immortality Church and the Immortality Organization they knew of might be.

John\'s mind was racing with additional thoughts.

The Immortality Organization was a wanted entity in the Imperial Capital.

Even here, it seemed implausible that they could so easily and openly establish a so-called church.

Was this so-called Immortality Church merely a namesake, or was it actually the same organization?

Why had Victor come here and gotten into a conflict with them?

Victor had always been cautious and measured in his actions, not one to act impulsively.

Yet, this time, he had sparked a severe conflict here and had stolen something—this was intriguing.

"What was stolen? And who was captured?"

The yellow-haired thug, now in excruciating pain, was barely coherent, his hand trembling uncontrollably as he clenched his teeth and shook his head.

"I don\'t know, I really don\'t know. I only know that the archbishop of the Immortality Church mobilized to hunt this person down, and they even lost a vice bishop in the process."

"I really don\'t know anything else, I don\'t know what was stolen. Please, let me go, I beg you. I was wrong, and I won\'t dare trouble you again. You can take anything you want."

He pleaded continuously.

Initially, he had harbored a slim hope of enduring through this.

But the strength of this person was overwhelming.

So powerful that he felt utterly incapable of resistance!

He dared not and could not resist!

He feared that the next second a spell might explode right on his head, leaving his body destroyed. .net

Despite being a gold-tier awakener himself, he felt completely powerless in the face of this man.