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

After all, they were inside a hotel, where a certain degree of respect for the owner was expected.

If a commotion were to break out, it would be an embarrassment for everyone involved.

John himself didn't mind much, since the owner was somewhat lenient towards him.

However, if these people were to create a scene, how would they ever stand in both the underworld and the legitimate world thereafter?

Even considering the future, it seemed impossible for the owner to let such recklessness run rampant in his establishment.

Francis's smile slowly widened, then his face returned to an expressionless state.

It must be said, someone who was always smiling suddenly becoming stone-faced was truly intimidating.

The onlookers hardly dared to breathe, fearing they might inadvertently offend someone important, which could prove problematic.

After all, the two men before them were famously ruthless—known as living embodiments of death.

Everyone knew these men could easily take a life without hesitation.

Even within the confines of the Rose Hotel, why would they hesitate? Their actions were often brushed off as mere accidents.

Would the manager really risk a confrontation with them just for John's sake?

Any sensible owner would never make such a choice.

No one would oppose them for the sake of a few commoners, not a single person.

Beside them, Benjamin's smile began to fade, and the two young girls in his arms sensed the looming danger.

They couldn't help but tremble, trying desperately to calm themselves.

Both were acutely aware that they were teetering on the edge of life and death.

If Benjamin were to truly lose his temper, then perhaps...

The thought left them with a different kind of fear.

Although Benjamin usually appeared affable, they knew all too well that his anger was far more terrifying than Francis's.

While Francis might seem the more frightening on the surface, Benjamin was the one who could make someone disappear without a trace.

"Young man, sometimes it's better to speak with a bit of calm. If you're too impulsive, things might really turn sour. I think you should consider it and then tell me," Francis said, believing he had already given John enough respect, considering he was supposed to uphold the hotel's dignity.

However, to his surprise, John remained defiant.

"As I've said, I'm not interested in this, sorry."

John's smile was faint, but Francis's grin had completely vanished, and the atmosphere grew more oppressive.

In that instant, John felt as if something had been added to his life.

Unseen forces seemed to wrap around his neck and wrists, the vital points, as if one more word from the opponent could literally sever his neck.

His face bore a wry smile, gambling that his adversary wouldn't dare to make a move in the hotel.

Otherwise, anyone daring to strike here would mean the end of the Rose Hotel.

"You really are gutsy, kid. You don't seem afraid of me at all," Francis noted, his eyes brimming with intense murderous intent.

Benjamin, too, exhibited an unusual demeanor.

"Why should I be afraid of you? Weren't you just calmly inviting me a moment ago?" John said with a smile.

He had come to this place today to gather information anyway, and since someone was offering him a proposition, why should he refuse?

Bang!

In an instant, a plate before John shattered completely as if an invisible force had violently smashed it.

Yet, the fragments of the plate slowly floated in the air, their sharp edges all aimed at John's neck.

John knew that Francis was controlling everything, but he remained unflustered.

"What do you think would happen if I accidentally used these shards to slice your neck?"

Francis said languidly, as the fragments began to drift closer, pressing against John's throat.

John slightly lifted his gaze, and the shards in front of him suddenly collapsed into thin air, disintegrating into the most basic molecules.

"There probably wouldn't be any consequences."

Around them, onlookers gasped, their eyes wide with disbelief at the scene unfolding before them.

Initially, they might have thought John was recklessly brave, ignorant of the danger he faced.

Now, however, their perception shifted to one of profound respect.

After all, not everyone could face threats from two powerful figures with such composure, let alone strike back.

He must be mad.

"Is that so? Then perhaps you should really think about where your bones will be buried," Francis said, his eyes fixed calmly on John.

A faint white glow slowly emerged from his fingertips, as if the energy was steadily accumulating, ready to explode with just a single thought from him.

In that moment, Silver Tear felt his breathing become heavy, the air pressure around him ominously dropping.

It was as if a massive stone was perpetually pressing down on his heart, making each breath a laborious gasp, the sensation growing more intense by the second.

Dark Fox clenched his teeth, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

Some people who were too close had already collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

The restaurant's headwaiter wanted to approach, but he found himself unable to move closer than ten steps away from them.

It was as if there was a barrier in front of them, distinctly separating the inside from the outside.

Should they try to enter, they would be met with indiscriminate attacks.

The two young girls in Benjamin's arms had already passed out completely, their skin beginning to crack open, turning from delicate beauties into bloodied figures.

Yet Benjamin showed no pity, abruptly tossing the two beauties aside.

There was no trace of tenderness or mercy in his actions, leaving onlookers puzzled as these women had just been cooing and acting cute in his arms moments before.

Perhaps for people like him, women were merely symbols of status, disposable at any necessary moment.

Bang, bang, bang!

Dishes on the table exploded continuously, and even the crockery on the nearby tables burst into dust instantaneously.

Silver Tear couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, yet John remained serenely seated, seemingly unaffected by any pressure or discomfort.

His composure left everyone astonished.

What kind of background did this man have?

How could he be so formidable?

How could a mere gold-tier awakener withstand Francis's overwhelming power?

Yet, John was indeed resisting it, and while everyone else suffered injuries, he remained unscathed.

The two people with him had already vomited blood, but he seemed utterly unaffected.

Francis's expression grew darker, and he intensified his magic power.

Bang, bang, bang!

The sound of explosions in the air grew more intense, turning all the ceramics in the restaurant to dust in an instant.

Even though some people had retreated to the doorway, they couldn't help but vomit blood!