As John tightened Captain Maximav’s wrist, the captain was forced to release Hugo from his grasp. He freed his arm before leaping backward to give himself some space between his new adversary. He was shocked to see the familiar man.
“You! You’re that shameless hobo who guards the Weaponry!” Captain Maximav pointed out. “What are you doing here, John Kingson!? Why are you here!?”
John remained silent, taking out a bottle of vodka and gulping it. He then wiped his mouth before putting the bottle back underneath his hood while giving a cold, intimidating glare at the captain.
“What do you think, Captain Maximav?” John then pointed to the red ribbon on his arm to give the captain the clue. “This should answer your question, right?”
Captain Maximav growled in anger, “You’re one of the so-called Resistance!?”
“Not just one of them.” John cracked his knuckles before smirking nonchalantly. “I’m the one who leads them.”