Markus looked down to see what the man was pointing at, but couldn't find anything.
He lifted his head again, his gaze questioning.
"This." The man said, lifting Markus's collar, revealing a deep bruise.
Markus had received this bruise while fighting a man in the arena a day ago.
Markus just kept quiet, wanting to hear what more this man knew or guessed.
"In fact you have a lot of wounds right?" The man asked again, this time lifting Markus' jersey, but Markus stopped him midway.
"None of your business." Markus said coldly, his cold aura emanating for the first time after his father's death.
His father's death had taught him that he could trust no one, nor was he supposed to reveal any information about himself, which was something he had learnt since childhood.
"Maybe I can help." The man said.
"I don't need your help." Markus said, lifting his gun to start shooting again.
