"Nobody."
Joshua stood still and quietly looked at the old man in front of him.
"We're just two country bumpkins who struggled to here from the New York."
"Nonsense... Nonsense!"
The old man seemed to be unable to accept the fact that a martial artist like him would lose to an ordinary person like Joshua.
"How could a country bumpkin have such power?"
"You're not Joshua!"
"Who exactly are you?"
Joshua chuckled.
"What?"
"I scared you out of your wits with just one punch?"
"Well, let me ask you, since you don't think I'm Joshua."
"Then who is the person standing in front of you now?"
"If I'm not Joshua, then who was the one kneeling in front of Bard Dempsey just now because of the antidote?"
"Listen up!"
Joshua looked at the old man and straightened his back slightly.
"I am Joshua. I am the person you are looking for. I know that you are more than this, so..."