The atmosphere suddenly became as overpowering as thunder, akin to a monarch dominating the world.
But Lude Johnsons, in front of him, instantly seemed small.
Just like an ant to an elephant, naturally incomparable.
Everyone present was intimidated by Julian Johnsons' commanding presence, moving naturally without a breeze and exuding strength silently!
Not a word.
Not a sentence.
Already surpassed Lude Johnsons' endless, forceful self-importance.
Without a response, Lude Johnsons, who was coldly ignored, stood there awkwardly.
It seemed one could see the cold sweat trickling from his temples.
And Bertha Marley, who had fallen to the ground and hadn't gotten up, was struck with infatuation, feeling joy dancing in her heart:
See! Julian is still the master! He's even too good to fetch shoes for Julian! And you as the Team Leader! You're more suited to selling sweet potatoes on the street!
The air quietly settled.
