Chapter 25: Dealing With Trash
The man who had been undoing his belt scowled. "Who the hell are you?"
Zayn ignored the question, his cold gaze flickering between them.
If there was one thing he disliked the most in this world... Rape was at the top of the ladder.
It wasn't because he was some kind of enforcer of women rights but rather, in his past life, a close friend of his got raped.
"You all had your fun drinking earlier, yeah? Should've gone home after that."
One of the other adventurers, a broad-shouldered man, sneered. "Mind your own damn business, kid."
Zayn raised an eyebrow.
Kid? He would've laughed if the situation wasn't so disgusting.
Instead, he tilted his head slightly.
"See, that's the problem. I was minding my own business — until I had to witness a bunch of cowards trying to force themselves on someone."
His voice turned sharp, and his hand rested on the hilt of his sword. "So now, I have to make this my business."