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

Her voice carried a hint of a sob, making her appear exceptionally pitiful.

Indeed, the thugs grew even more excited upon hearing this, with one of them even crudely adjusting his crotch, his expression exceedingly lewd.

"Don't be scared, little sister. A pretty girl like you is sure to be liked by someone. Don't worry, we're all very gentle men; we'll treat you right," one sneered.

The ringleader with the yellow hair smiled brightly, sizing up Silver Tear as if appraising valuable goods.

"You look quite fresh, young lady. Which planet are you from? No matter how nice it is, you're lucky to have fallen into our hands today."

"I'm not like the others; I especially adore tender girls like you, and I'm the best at cherishing beauty. Rest assured, I won't let you suffer."

With a sleazy smile on his face, he stepped forward, his hand almost reaching Silver Tear's face.

Silver Tear subtly moved to the side, but her face still displayed a look of fear.

However, this only seemed to excite the thugs even more.

They relished the sight of these delicate, seemingly well-bred young ladies who appeared to be fragile and cultured.

To them, such girls were far more entertaining than the average ones.

Dark Fox and John both stepped forward, frowning fiercely at the men.

"What exactly do you want? We're here to find someone."

At John's words, the thug with yellow hair couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"If you knew the rules, you'd step aside right now. Maybe after I've had my fun, I might let you go. Otherwise, I'll throw you into the underground city right this minute," he said, his face twisting into a threatening sneer.

Then he turned back to Silver Tear, a sleazy smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Little sister, didn't you say you were here looking for someone? Don't worry, just make sure I'm well taken care of, and you can find whoever you want."

"I'll definitely help you find this person, as long as you keep me happy."

Silver Tear and John exchanged a glance, instantly understanding what they needed to do next.

Silver Tear deliberately put on a frightened expression, looking at the yellow-haired man.

"Can you really help me find the person I'm looking for, even if they are hard to find?"

The thug with yellow hair was already in an exceedingly excited state; it had been a long time since he'd seen such a fresh and fair young girl.

In Chaos Star, beautiful women generally belonged to someone—either they were inherently powerful, or they were protected by someone powerful.

The women they could touch were either used by others or remarkably plain.

While Silver Tear was rougher around the edges compared to the girls from the Imperial Capital, she was still quite a catch here.

The sight of her had already made some of the men pitch tents.

Some were already breathing heavily in anticipation, dreaming about the joyful days ahead once their boss had his way with her.

At least they'd get to enjoy her a few times before tossing her into the underground city!

John and his companions snickered, looking at the man as if he were a joke.

"So, you're saying you know this place very well, and we can ask you about anything, right?"

The yellow-haired thug, still lost in his fantasies of a blissful life with the pretty girl, frowned when he suddenly heard John's voice.

It was as if he had been imagining some very pleasant things, only to be abruptly interrupted, which made him visibly irritated.

"Did I ask you? You'd better keep quiet over there and not spout nonsense in this place."

Dark Fox leaned against the wall, as if he was about to witness something amusing.

Silver Tear no longer looked worried; instead, she calmly removed her cloak.

Naturally beautiful, her earlier pitiful act had been convincing.

Given these men likely hadn't seen such an attractive girl in a long time, they were visibly excited, gasping for air.

They were nearly losing control of their emotions, their gazes almost fiery as they looked at Silver Tear—as if they were about to execute her right there.

"You really are a delicate beauty," the thug with yellow hair exclaimed, his excitement palpable.

"Don't worry, follow me and you'll never have to suffer. You'll be second to none here."

He moved forward to grab Silver Tear, but the next moment, a streak of white light seemed to flash through the air.

He felt a brief pain in his wrist, but before he could react, something seemed to fall from his hand.

With a thud.

Staring dumbfounded at his wrist, his eyes widened in horror and he let out a terrified scream, "Aaaaah!!"

His wrist had been cleanly severed, still clutching the revolver he had held moments before.

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The other thugs were also horrified, their eyes wide with shock.

They had never anticipated such an event occurring.

They barely saw how it happened; their leader's hand was already on the ground!

How could this be possible?

Their boss was a level 41, a gold-tier expert, and now his hand had been chopped off so effortlessly without a sound!

And they couldn't even tell who had made the move, except for the knife in the hands of the young man in front of them, which was still dripping blood.

Nothing else seemed amiss.

The thug with yellow hair continued to scream, clutching his wrist desperately, but blood gushed out, creating a horrifying sight.

The others were stunned into silence.

A few instinctively raised their swords towards John, their hands trembling slightly.

Drops of blood traced over the Bloodthirsty Blade but didn't fall to the ground; instead, they were completely absorbed by the blade.

This eerie scene terrified the others even more.

John was smiling at the yellow-haired thug, who was writhing on the ground.

"Can we have a proper answer to our question now?"

It was just a light statement, but it struck the others like a harsh slap across their faces.

The other thugs instinctively thought of running away, but...

Whoosh!

Before they could even move a meter, a fireball exploded right at their feet.

Boom!

The fireball struck the ground, blasting a crater more than half a meter deep.

The remaining thugs' eyes widened, and they froze on the spot, too terrified to move again, fearing that the next spells might land directly on them.

They were acutely aware that their bodies were nowhere near as resilient as the ground; a direct hit would mean certain death or severe injury.

They looked towards John in terror.

They were silver-tier awakeners themselves.

Yet, they hadn't anticipated being so utterly powerless in front of this man.

They couldn't even discern the movements when he cast his spells!