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

Vulture's henchmen charged forward aggressively, while Vulture himself stood quietly, watching the small craft in front of him.

For some reason, a bad premonition suddenly stirred within him.

If these people were so easy to subdue, why would the person behind this offer such a large sum?

Yet, they seemed not too difficult to handle after all.

At this thought, he took a deep breath to steady his emotions.

No worries, as long as he eliminated these people, there would be no further risks.

He was determined to ensure they would find no resting place in death.

Having accepted the payment, he was resolved to execute the job flawlessly.

His underlings were very excited; they had felt a different vibe when they first saw the small airship.

If they could just fully charge it, riches awaited them!

"Charge! Blow this airship to pieces; I want to see how long they can hold up!" they screamed excitedly as they rushed forward.

Meanwhile, John and his companion exchanged a glance, both smirking derisively.

"Should we kill them all, or leave a few alive for questioning?"

Vincent asked casually, his light words laced with unmistakable lethal intent.

The people around instinctively turned to John.

Somehow, they had grown to respect his words even more, as John often had unexpected moves that helped them escape crises time and again.

"We've only been away for about five or six hours," John noted.

"They dare to make a move here; I don't believe there isn't someone backing them up."

The proximity to other planets made him question the lack of military defense in the area.

If there was any, and they still dared to attack here, they must be incredibly bold.

Rather than say they dared to attack here, it might be more accurate to say they thought there would be no consequences to their actions here.

That's why they acted so recklessly, and it was easy to guess the implications.

"That explains it—if they have someone backing them..."

"Then let's see just how much weight they can pull," Dark Fox sneered, without any hesitation, proceeding through special channels.

The airship was indeed equipped with some ammunition, though not extensively.

What they had was likely just enough for a few shots—merely for show.

"Forget it, let them come aboard. It saves us the trouble of going down there later—what a hassle."

"Or we could just go over there and see if we can get something useful from them."

John initially wanted to act, but ultimately he halted his movements, deciding they should first assess the situation.

If they were truly prepared, it would be a different story.

Going aboard the opposing ship would also give them a chance to see what their adversaries were really up to.

Everyone exchanged glances and agreed it was a good idea.

However, Victor's condition remained somewhat unstable, and crossing over could certainly add an element of risk.

Therefore, they needed to ensure Victor was stable before making any moves.

Without any hesitation, they waited for the opponents to approach and then opened the airlock to greet them.

The henchmen were stunned to see John and his crew open the doors so willingly, momentarily unable to react.

As they entered the airship, they exchanged glances, growing even more excited.

They all knew their boss had promised a hefty bonus if they handled this well.

This was no joke; they were in this business for the money, after all.

But they hadn't expected their quarry to so readily open the doors for them.

This was convenient, indeed saving them quite a bit of trouble.

As many people stormed in, lewd smiles crept across their faces.

Upon seeing Silver Tear, their delight was palpable.

After all, weren't they in this for the money and women?

Now, it seemed they had plenty of both.

Though their boss might want to have his way with her first, it didn't dampen their hopes of getting their turn.

This thought alone excited them even more.

"Let's go, take this woman back with us. I really don't believe the boss can resist such a pretty little beauty," one sneered.

"Ha, don't make me laugh! I'm already itching to go at it. If it weren't for the boss needing to approve her, I'd have made my move already," another chimed in.

"And don't you forget what temper our boss has. If you really end up upsetting him, well, that might just be the end of you," warned another.

They all laughed among themselves, while Silver Tear's eyes conveyed a look of disgust.

Although she had anticipated their depravity, she couldn't help but feel repulsed.

These men deserved a thorough reckoning.

Who knew how many had suffered at their hands? Likely, many along this route had fallen victim to their cruelty.

If it weren't necessary to keep her emotions in check, they might have already erupted in full force.

The group was promptly taken aboard the opposing airship.

Victor's condition was indeed poor, so he was carried over directly.

Silver Tear, seeing the state of her captain, was frantic inside.

She desperately wanted to eliminate these people immediately, but ultimately, she had to forcefully restrain herself.

John was harboring other ideas; they couldn't compromise his plans, and they had to firmly see what the situation would lead to in the end.

Upon seeing the man called Vulture, John already had other thoughts forming.

He had guessed who might have hired Vulture.

Perhaps those two resentful individuals had directly sent Vulture to interfere.

Vulture sat on a chair, looking down imperiously at the people below.

One of his henchmen tried to make John and his companions kneel, but a single glance from John froze him in place.

The henchman shivered involuntarily, his hands trembling.

When he came to his senses, he realized that his back was drenched in sweat.

"My God, who exactly are these people?" he thought, particularly about the man with the large beard.

"Why did just one look from him make me nearly lose it?"

The palpable aura of lethality chilled his spine continuously.

In that moment, he suddenly felt grateful to still be alive in this world.

For a fleeting second, he felt as if he had nearly crossed over to death.

Vulture also distinctly sensed that Vincent and his crew were different, but he quickly regained his composure.

Now on his own turf, could these people really escape? If so, he would truly be incompetent.

"Indeed, this is interesting. I asked you to bring back what you had before, and now it seems indeed not bad. This woman looks fine, just a bit older, but some bosses do prefer that taste," Vulture remarked.

Hearing Vulture speak thus, Silver Tear nearly laughed in anger.

What did he mean by 'a bit older'?

Although the others knew it was probably inappropriate, they couldn't help but crack a faint smile.

Silver Tear couldn't help but roll her eyes at them.

Laugh, laugh, laugh! That's all you do!

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