Victor Shieldman stood momentarily paralyzed on the deck of the Traveling Mermaid, his name still echoing through the crowd. His eyes quickly scanned the sea of faces, and he felt all eyes on him like a sharp blade pressed to his throat.
He wasn't used to being the center of attention like this.
As they looked at him, some people wore expressions of pure disbelief, others of curiosity, and even a handful of admiration.
The wry smile that Victor had worn just moments ago disappeared, then he sighed in regret at what Demetrius had done and crossed his arms.
Franky, standing next to Victor, seemed to enjoy the situation. "Looks like you've suddenly become a legend, Victor. How are you feeling?"
"Not well..." Victor replied and took a step forward, positioning himself in full view.