"Yes."
Julian Johnsons nodded slightly, as if he knew which option he preferred.
Then, he opened the car door, stepped out boldly, faced the elite troops behind him, and said sternly, "You don't need to pursue them."
*
Returning from the bamboo forest, Julian Johnsons hosted Marco at a high-end restaurant.
The two enjoyed their drinks and for the first time in their lives felt they had found a kindred spirit.
No matter from which aspect or detail, the two had quite a few shared insights.
As the saying goes, great minds think alike.
Indeed.
After finishing the meal.
The sky had darkened.
Julian Johnsons drove, a faint hint of red glowing at the corner of his mouth, and said, "Where do you live? I'll take you back."
"No need, Julian, I'll head back myself," Marco replied directly.
Even though Marco had good relations with Julian, his mind was as clear as a mirror; once Julian went to his house, his sister would surely be unhappy.
No choice.
