"Do I look that weak?"
That was the first thought that flashed through Michael's mind after seeing the reactions of the people around him.
He couldn't think of anything else to warrant their current expressions after his words.
However, it wasn't that they thought he was weak.
On the contrary, Michael looked like someone capable of defending himself.
Ace and Lia were perfect witnesses to this—his earlier display in the slums had already proven his strength.
Their expressions weren't of doubt but something else entirely.
Unpleasant memories had resurfaced in their minds, reminding them why they were in their current situation.
As for the driver? He wasn't dismissing Michael's ability to fight. The youth carried himself with the grace and confidence of someone who knew his own strength.
But against vicious bandits?
The old man wasn't convinced.
