Luan lowered his raised fist, then turned to face Rolan, who he assumed to be the leader of the group since the latter was also the strongest.
"I asked a simple question. Who are you?" He asked unhurriedly.
Rolan, who was still too shocked by Moretz's quick knock out and now afraid of the boy in front of him, answered hurriedly while glancing around. "My name is Rolan Lunderwell, the third son of the Lunderwell family from Cago city."
Luan tilted his head to the side. "Cago city?"
"You don't know Cago city?" Rolan asked, a bit surprised. "It's the city that's west from here–"
"Actually, nevermind," Luan interrupted as his mind flashed to the state of the youths when he first saw them.
"Why were you running? What was chasing you... or what were you chasing?"
Hearing the question, the faces of the youths suddenly paled.
