As the chief instructor, he can still hold a small session like this.
Of course, it all depends on the talent and strength of the other party.
I came downstairs, intending to hail a taxi, when a Mercedes-Benz car slowly drove over.
A middle-aged man got out of the car, respectfully saying: "Head, are you going out?"
Upon hearing the word "Head," I immediately understood.
"Did Nathan Jackson send you?"
The middle-aged man nodded: "Phoenix Guard considered the Head's outings and arranged a car nearby. I'm responsible this time; you can call me Danny."
"Alright then."
I directly got into the Mercedes-Benz and instructed, "Martinez't call me Head anymore, just call me David Johnson or Mr. Johnson."
"Certainly, Mr. Johnson." Danny returned to the driver's seat and asked, "Mr. Johnson, where are you planning to go?"
"Maple Creek University."
...
Half an hour later, we arrived at Maple Creek University.
