"I also want to hear what he wants to say," Another voice sounded out. William of Wellington of Saint Edge had made his support for John known.
Now that the two largest guilds who rivaled the organizing guilds had voiced out their support, the others who were curious about John no longer hesitated. Soon a chorus of voices demanding to let John stay on the stage was rolling.
The two Fighters halted on their steps, unsure of what to do. In their confusion, they looked back at Queen Magenta, who was gritting her teeth. They then looked at Scarface, who wore a blank expression. Finally, they turned to Manager Steelhand, who helplessly gestured for them to retreat.
Supported by the crowds, John got bolder with his approach. He waved at Manager Steelhand to go away, "Move aside, I need a wide space for this."
Jack had come back to his place again at this time. He could not see Earmouth. The guy was probably still searching for him.