"You're asking for it," Jason shouted angrily at Martin.
"Get your dirty hands off him, let go of our Martin," Maxwell suddenly stepped out from behind Martin, pulling out a spiked club from his waist and roaring at Jason.
Maxwell stood his ground; if Jason didn't let go, he looked ready to fight to the death.
Jason and his entourage were visibly taken aback by Maxwell's fierce display, momentarily speechless.
Martin felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead.
Maxwell was being downright reckless, daring to stand up and bluff at such a critical moment. If Jason saw through him, he'd be beaten to a pulp.
But seeing Maxwell's stance, it was clear that unless he made a move, Jason wouldn't notice. Martin decided to keep quiet, thinking it was a good idea to scare Jason a bit. Martin wa
