"Kant?"
Hearing this name, Roger was slightly startled as he assessed the man not far away.
Brown, short hair, around 40 years of age, with a strong build; the look in his eyes as he faced Roger was somewhat guarded.
"That's a good name."
As he spoke, he raised his right hand, which was cufflinked with a silver-white handcuff on his wrist.
"Can you help me take this off?"
"Who are you?"
The caution in the man's eyes did not diminish, "When I was changing your clothes, I saw the scars on your body. With that many scars, you're definitely not an ordinary person."
"A fugitive or a pirate?"
Roger smiled bitterly, "Would you believe me if I said I was just a hunter?"
"A hunter?" The man clearly did not believe what Roger was saying.
He took a deep breath, "For the safety of my family, until I have completely figured out who you are, I'm afraid I can't unlock the handcuffs on your hands."
