"All is well, you may carry on." Howell slammed the door shut.
"Is that really Mike? Did you see wrongly?" Someone in the spring was confused. No, Mike had been seriously injured the day before yesterday, having a knife pierced through him and all. It should be difficult for him to get out of bed, so how could he be here?
"I can't be wrong. It's Mike, in the flesh." Suddenly annoyed, Howell thought, "Was I afraid just now? How could I be afraid?"
"Who else was there?" Wesley asked.
"I didn't see anyone. Only Mike came out on his own."
"Don't be afraid. He might have the balls to go mad on stage but won't dare to cause trouble in Wayline City."
"Me? Afraid?"
"Creak..."
The door opened slowly. Mike stood in front of the door, frowning as he looked inside.
"What a
