[Street reputation increased, new social level unlocked.]
Bone Shards kept staring at the mercenary in front of him.
John even had an illusion—despite having dealt many times, with Bone Shards' lousy personality, it seemed this was the first time he looked at him directly.
The atmosphere in the room was uneasy.
"You know... who you're provoking, right?"
Although Bone Shards said this, he still shook his glasses to signal the people around to relax.
"Perhaps."
John had considered the consequences.
So he didn't put the new knife into the box, but instead sheathed it at his waist, ready to draw it if necessary.
Bone Shards put on his glasses and sneered.
Maybe those who are around Bone Shards every day don't feel it, but after four months of re-engaging, John felt he was different from the impression he had.
His willingness to communicate was stronger, his emotions more visible, no longer pretending.
