Just as the little girl let out a piercing and terrified scream, the car owner himself was pinned to the ground, watching helplessly as his daughter was held down by a group of bandit deserters on the road.
"Are you going to act?"
A calm and slightly hoarse voice emerged from not far away.
Two demon hunters arrived there.
Geralt asked Lann beside him.
The demon hunters had clearly reached the scene, yet their casual tone was as if they were detached from the situation, leaving many present dumbfounded.
But Lann did not respond to Geralt's words.
His cloak traced a wave-like arc in the air as he dismounted from the Qilin.
In silence, he walked towards the chaos on the road.
The large cloak hung down to his calves, enveloping him completely, showing no trace of emotional fluctuation.
He said nothing, but his hostility was unmistakable.
