Jonathan let out a sigh of relief, half-jokingly complaining, "Raymond, next time at least put on some disguise."
Raymond listened to Jonathan's words, furrowed his brows, clearly somewhat confused.
He said, "In fact, I don't know why we have to run, Jonathan."
If it weren't for Jonathan calling him to leave, he probably wouldn't need to do this.
He knew it was because of the enthusiasm of those people, but everyone respected each other, and as long as he showed he didn't want to be disturbed, those people would silently leave.
This wasn't the first time he had encountered such a thing.
Listening to Raymond's explanation, Jonathan rubbed his forehead helplessly.
He could roughly guess, were those fanatical people actually understanding?
It was probably because of Raymond's terrifying aura that they didn't dare approach, right?
Now that things had quieted down, he finally had the mind to ask, "Raymond, why are you here?"
