For a while, the club was so quiet that only Mycroft's breathing could be heard.
Though his breathing was faint, it stood out clearly here.
The sound struck the walls of the room and echoed back into their ears.
Mycroft said nothing.
Meanwhile, outside the Diogenes Club...
A joint operation by Section Seven and Section Six had cleared everyone from the area as well.
Time ticked by, second after second.
John let out a long breath and tilted his head back to look at the ceiling.
"A grown-up John Wick. Is that how I should understand this?" His voice betrayed no emotion.
Mycroft nodded slightly.
John's thoughts churned.
Even he could not help being shocked by news like this.
A version of himself-no, more precisely, another him.
"In the Wizarding World, there are potions and Transfiguration that can change someone's appearance." John frowned, fixing his gaze on Mycroft's eyes as he activated Legilimency.
Mycroft shook his head. "He looked like you, with a beard."
"I believe you already know I'm not lying. That man made contact with Section Seven." Unconcerned by the Legilimency, Mycroft continued calmly, "And he provided Section Seven with a great deal of help."
"So now you're selling him out?" John asked. "Betraying an ally isn't your style."
"To be precise," Mycroft said, raising an eyebrow and touching his fingertips together, "he wasn't an ally."
"He played a part in the emergence of the Children of Miracle."
John asked gravely, "Where is he?"
"That is why I'm telling you," Mycroft said evenly. "He disappeared from a heavily secured base a hundred meters underground. This was the only thing he left behind."
Mycroft reached into his breast pocket and took out a bloodstained pencil.
"A pencil." Emotion surged in Mycroft's eyes, only to be quickly suppressed. "With just