Outside the door stood a man in a windbreaker. He was tall but thin, about 30 years old, with a typical British look - his nose was quite prominent, making his facial features seem overly three-dimensional.,That person glanced at the still-spouting blood fountain before them, showing no signs of alarm. Instead, they let out a breath as if suddenly understanding something.,As he spoke, he cast his gaze towards Old Jack standing beside him. Seeing the latter’s bewildered expression, he nonchalantly took off his old hat and placed it on his chest, then with a lazy slight bow, said:。