Kapitel 917: Kuzma - WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!

Hearing that name getting chanted with fervor over and over, I was still in great disbelief about everything that occurred up to this point, but the phenomenon where someone would find something they were looking for when they weren't looking for it was ringing true.

Sure, there could probably be a couple more Kuzmas here and there but all of Jonathan's points—where half was fucking confusing—pointed to the guy we were still in the process of looking for.

'Another process was to make our moms look for that missing item but that's impossible for me at the moment…'

Once I glanced over the glass windows, I saw a well-built man who was covered in scars—either from stab or bullet wounds—only wearing short trunks and some sort of makeshift cloth wraps that acted as his gloves, ankle supports, elbow pads, and knee pads.