Just as Bruno said that, Johnny, surrounded by the New York Council crowd, immediately looked at Bruno in astonishment.
Over the past two months, while Johnny and Abel had been forced to take part in the New York Council's Golden Road expansion, Bruno, as the captain of the expeditionary force, had always spoken harshly to Johnny.
Whether it was bullying or humiliation, he would even try to start a fight with Johnny whenever he had a little too much to drink.
Johnny had endured all of it.
He had always thought Bruno targeted him because his group had killed quite a few New York Council members.
Perhaps some of the dead had been Bruno's friends.
But Johnny had never imagined that the root cause of all Bruno's bullying and insults was that they were fucking romantic rivals!
Romantic rivals?!!
For a moment, Johnny could not help turning to look at his wife across the crowd.
In his eyes, his wife, only forty-two this year, had a tall, upright figure. Years of training and hardship had given her firm muscles and a sunny face. Her clothes were rough, and she wore no makeup, but that only added to her wasteland style.
And after ten whole months apart.
His beloved was no longer the restaurant cook who had spent every day working in a smoke-filled kitchen.
His wife was now one of the foremost female war gods of the wasteland, the queen of long-distance travelers who had measured thousands of miles of post-apocalyptic America with her own feet!
Thinking about it that way, although his wife was no longer young—she really was extraordinarily charming!
Tears immediately streamed from Johnny's eyes.
He had gone far too long without seeing the beloved woman he had waited so long for!
And at that moment, Liana.