He is HIM [Part 1]

Northern was in no great mood to answer the question. Moreover, as the man asked, several more hijackers poured out of the ship's cabin.

At a glance, Northern could tell they were of a different caliber from the ones he had just dealt with on the ship.

'Those ones were supposed to be distractions?'

Perhaps they had wanted to significantly reduce the number of drifters on the ship, or tire them out.

Because they wouldn't have sent these lots to attack with those easy-to-kill bastards.

Northern let out a bitter smile. He felt his mouth sour with pity as he watched a confident grin rise up the man's lips because more people surrounded him.

He glanced down. The rifleman had stopped moving, just intermittently shivering like he was having hiccups.

Northern didn't feel bad for him, or for any of them but he thought of what he was going to do to them right now...

His mouth contorted bitterly.