Kaden walked towards the direction of the commotion and he soon saw the scene unfold before him. Three figures loomed over two women who had fallen to their knees, their clothes torn and dirtied, their breathing ragged.
One of the two women was shaking and screaming at the top of her lungs while the other one simply stared back at the man coldly.
Kaden immediately recognized the cold woman. Her silver hair betrayed her identity even if her face was dirtied and her body was lined with injuries.
Kaden also recognized the men surrounding her. They weren't ordinary thugs. Their leather armor bore jagged insignias—a mark he knew all too well.
Grimfang Marauders. A gang that quickly rose to power in his past life.
He felt a rush of cold fury settle deep in his chest. This gang had terrorized small villages in his last life, running rampant in the chaos that followed the first wave of system awakenings. Kidnapping, torture, and worse.