Seeing Zarek walking over on his own, the crowd's faces lit up with burning fury. Even after committing all the heinous acts, he had the guts to walk toward them proudly instead of running like a coward.
The emotions of men and women churned. However, Zarek was completely oblivious to their anger, or he simply didn't care—no one could tell what exactly was the case.
Zarek stopped when there was less than three meters of distance between him and his enemies. His eyes, completely devoid of emotion, scanned the faces of everyone present.
Some looked as if they couldn't wait to strangle him to death.
One woman with a slightly delicate appearance looked as if she wanted to skin him alive piece by piece.
On the other hand, a young man in his late twenties looked at him with a gaze that seemed to want him to just die.
Seeing their expressions and their hatred for him, Zarek's expression didn't change. If he was in their shoes, his reaction would have been no different.
