At this moment, they heard a distant clamor of cursing and shouting, which sounded fierce and threatening yet carried a sense of bluffing to hide their own unease, desperately pretending to be fierce to appear strong.
The Hero frowned.
Not far away, in a small alley.
A group of ruffian young men blocked the alley entrance, their hair dyed in various colors, and some even had nose rings... they looked somewhat familiar. If the Great Demon King and Asher were here, they'd be surprised to recognize them as the group of punks they had taught a lesson to earlier.
Each of these punks had bruised faces, and their injuries had yet to heal, regardless of gender.
After all, those two Demons were good enough to hold back their habits and not instinctively go too hard, which was already impressive. Expecting them to differentiate between punks, rebellious girls, and treat them separately was impossible. They were absolutely impartial, very fair in their approach.
