"That is it!" Noah barked as he drew out his sword and revealed himself.
The activities within the group came to an abrupt halt as they turned to look at Noah.
"Who is this scrawny-looking kid?"
"Which Hamlet are you from, kid? Better move on before you incur the wrath of the Ironhand Gang."
"Turn away and no one will hurt you, kiddo."
The guards began spewing mockery and threats, judging Noah by his scrawny appearance and underestimating him.
The women who were being assaulted appreciated the scrawny kid in their hearts. At the same time, they pitied him. They quickly grabbed their water bags and took several steps away from their aggressors, who were now focused on Noah.
Noah, on the other hand, did not seem to mind the mockery and insults. His eyes were coldly fixed on the guards as he kept advancing toward them with steady strides.
'Crap!' Seeing his friend moving forward, Ragnar had no choice but to reveal himself.
