All things considered, ironically, it was a fitting end for a butt groper like him.
As Xzavier stood over the drunk whose place was now on the ground, he felt someone tugging him tightly at the edge of his coat's sleeve. It was Adalia, and she had a frantic look in her eyes. Xzavier mistook this as the byproduct of her trauma and tried to placate her.
"Relax, it's all over now. He won't be bothering you any time soon…"
"Xzavier let's get out of here quickly!"
Xzavier turned round to fully assess the threat level in the environment, thinking maybe there was trouble brewing that he couldn't see. But as he scanned his immediate surrounding, Xzavier was a bit disappointed to see that there hadn't even been a single decent reaction from the crowd, or even a considerate passerby. Those who had even bothered to look in the direction of the drunk had on a look of indifference on their faces. It was as if the offense he had committed was as normal as a bird landing on a roof.
