With only his right hand, the man who dragged Lucy away from the clash was none other than Captain Riot—a giant of a man whose mere presence felt like a punch to the lungs.
"That's the crazy captain, Twelfth Division Captain!"
On the opposite side, the man who yanked Lyle back as if he weighed nothing was even taller and broader than Riot—his shadow alone could swallow the mat.
"That's the captain of Division 5!"
Then came a woman with a body that every curve seemed crafted to tempt and a smile so sweet it could melt steel.
"She's the 3rd Division Captain…"
A man with long, dark hair tied in a ponytail stepped forward next—coat swaying, eyes sharp and predatory.
"7th Division Captain…"
Then a pair walked in together.
It was a handsome and slim man with fox-like eyes that exuded calmness and strategy, but with an aura that made your instincts scream.
The woman had a slender, delicate frame adorned with earrings that jingled when she moved—beautiful, soft, deceptively gentle.
