Quinn couldn't calm down for a long time after listening to what Stanley said…
To think that the Craftsman Spirit he'd racked his brains to find was actually right here among his own people—now that was really ironic.
Stanley didn't even dare breathe loudly right now. This Master Clown was at his most terrifying when he was silent. Stanley had no idea what would happen next, but he knew one thing for sure: he absolutely could not provoke this Master Clown again.
Quinn sometimes shook his head, sometimes closed his eyes in frustration, an intense struggle raging in his heart. This struggle was a negation of his past self and also a spur for his future; he knew he had neglected his own team, forgotten these subordinates by his side…
Next, he had to set those mistakes right.
Quinn let out a sigh. What a ridiculous mess!
