John had never clearly witnessed "transformation."
But he knew what the next stage looked like.
Bismarck, Kuang Xin, Ms. Weber.
Those exceptionally smart people.
Those sinister and profound individuals.
They discuss morality, emotions, interests, and everything that can make you feel comfortable or awed, all as just means to an end.
Jilead was entirely unaware of his own change.
But John could sense it.
He fast-forwarded through four months without getting a match.
"Can you help me find where Wenna is?"
John asked with a "worth a shot" mentality.
Jilead heard the sincerity in John's search and got serious, offering help.
He first checked the specific time in a system, then made calls to inquire with gang members under him.
He actually got an address for John.
[All specific information is sent to your email; seriously, once you finish busying yourself, let's get together.]
"Alright, good luck, brother."
John had already tidied up the gym equipment.
