A vein bulged on Alex's forehead as he heard the pink girl's sharp reply.
He turned his gaze toward her properly this time.
She had short brown hair that barely reached her shoulders, slightly messy from battle. Strands clung to her cheeks from sweat. Her features were soft but defined, and despite the bruises on her face, she was undeniably quite good-looking. Her eyes were sharp and stubborn, filled with both anger and humiliation.
Before Alex could fire back—
The one who had worn the red suit raised his voice.
"Guys, stop it for a moment."
His tone was firm.
"Lower your weapons."
The yellow-suited one hesitated.
Pink frowned.
Red stepped forward slightly and looked directly at Alex, who still wore the skeleton mask.
"He doesn't look like an enemy."
Pink snapped back immediately. "Why are you saying that? Did you not see that he let one of them get away?"
Red's voice rose. "Did you forget he was also the one who just saved your life? You were going to die just now."
