The scene crystallized in his enhanced perception:
Main target seemed to be a young woman, maybe early twenties, wearing torn silk that had once been expensive. Zhao Liling, his mind supplied from overheard words—daughter of some merchant lord.
Her maid was beside her, maybe thirty, trying to protect her mistress despite being weaker and equally terrified.
Two other women—servants probably—were being held by two bandits while a third started tearing at the young mistress's clothes.
The fourth bandit was stroking his cock through his pants, watching with obvious anticipation.
"Please! My father will pay! Double! Triple! Just don't—!"
SLAP!
"Shut up, bitch! Your daddy should've paid for better guards! Now you're gonna pay with that noble cunt!"
Cang's jaw clenched, Arjun's humanity surging forward with visceral disgust.
'Rape. They're about to gang-rape helpless civilians.'
