Max turned his head towards the person who had stopped Hugo's fist.
Standing beside him was a man almost twice his height and close to three times his width. His enormous frame made Max look small in comparison, and there was no mistaking who he was.
This was the legendary figure known as Hercules.
Hercules was infamous throughout the Underworld as a genuine superhuman. He possessed enough strength to disregard the world of gangs and business entirely, living independently without needing to answer to any organisation.
Few people would ever dare to threaten him, let alone attempt to control him.
Now, he was standing directly beside Max.
"I thought…" Max began, struggling to understand what he was seeing. "I thought you were dead."
Based on how the others had spoken about Hercules and the information Max had gathered, believing he had been killed wasn't unreasonable.
However, Max wasn't the only person stunned by his appearance.
