Chapter 364: Let’s Just Walt
When it came to his attire, John's beautiful sisters once again turned their curious gazes on him. They didn't believe for a second that he wore such bizarre clothes just to play a trick on them.
John scratched his head awkwardly and explained, "My clothes got torn in the underwater world for some reason. I happened to pass by an Indian, who was laughing joyfully, so I... I kind of took his clothes."
The story behind it was more amusing than anything else. The Indian had witnessed the death of the guardian saint of the U.S. and was so overwhelmed with joy that he had laughed loudly. In that very moment, John knocked him unconscious with a single blow, and when the Indian woke up, he found himself bound and naked on the deck. As they say, too much joy can lead to sorrow.
Tracy laughed and spat playfully, "You're so naughty, John."
"Haha, second sister, don't flatter me too much," John teased, his smile as bright as ever.
Kate, always inquisitive, raised another question, "John, what's the deal with your dragon head mask? How did it split? And your sword—didn't you leave it with that British martial artist? Are you not going to get it back?"
John glanced upward toward the sky where the British martial artist was still floating in the air. A strange smile tugged at his lips.
He replied cryptically, "Last time I helped the Long family, Sophia's grandpa told me that when a big tree falls, a group of demons will appear."
"A group of demons?" Alice echoed, intrigued. "Wait, you mean everything you've done so far was all part of your plan? You want everyone to think you're dead?"