The survivors with no superpowers were definitely not a match for those thugs who were ability users. Soon, many of the survivors stopped running, watching as Darren and others chased after those brutes.
The fastest one was definitely Cassias, who instantly caught both men and tossed them to the road, groaning in pain.
They hissed, clutching the injured part. The rough surface of the road tore their skin open, and blood seeped out.
"What are you all doing? Bullying us with numbers?!" One thug complained, glaring at Cassias. He clutched his hand, where a huge gash had opened on the knee.
"Yeah, what did we do?!" The other hand protested indignantly, squinting his eyes.
Darren arrived, and Zerra handed over a rope to him. Outnumbered, they became as quiet as a mouse. Now, they became anxious as they swallowed their saliva upon realizing their current predicament.
