WAR GOD'S REVENGE

You Don't Know Who I Am?

"Protect Young Master!" one of the bodyguards shouted.

The rest of the guards immediately closed ranks, shielding the man in the brown cloak from sight. Some of them aimed their weapons in various directions, prepared for any potential threat from other passengers.

"Hey, you! Hands up! Now!" the same guard barked, glaring at the suspicious passenger Scott had just knocked down.

The man was clearly outnumbered. Even if he had a backup weapon, he was in no position to use it. Any sudden move would be met with bullets from the guards aiming at him.

On top of that, his left hand throbbed with pain after being hit by Scott’s shoe. Slowly, he raised his hands, casting a venomous glare at Scott.

"Restrain him!" ordered the guard.

Without hesitation, two other guards, keeping their guns trained on the man, approached and pinned him down roughly. They clearly believed this man was either a criminal or a terrorist.

"Search him! Make sure he’s not carrying any bombs or other dangerous items," th