A few thugs surrounded a mother and daughter. One was trying to forcibly kidnap the little girl, while another dragged the woman by her hair, attempting to pull her away.
"Mom! Mom!"
"What are you doing? Let go of my daughter!"
"Fuck off, bitch!"
"Damn, so fair-skinned and we didn't notice."
"She's worth at least a Gold Coin!"
"Hahaha!"
No matter how much the woman struggled, how could she fight off several grown men? The bystanders, somewhat numb to the scene, only wanted to avoid getting involved and didn't dare say anything, let alone help.
Lance wasn't too surprised to see such a thing happening in broad daylight; he had seen too much of it in the refugee camp over the past two days.
But being calm didn't mean he was going to stand by and watch.
"Go, chop them into pieces for me."
Lance raised his hand to point, and the listless Boudica grew excited. She snatched up her War Halberd and, with a war cry, charged forward.
"WAAAGH!"
