She was seated comfortably in the car when she noticed a group of people. They surrounded a young man who sat on the floor pleading and sweating profusely. Uzor slowed down as they passed the scene. She saw the keg in the hands of one of the men standing and her hand flew to Uzor. “Stop the car!” “Garen let’s just go” “Are you serious? Uzor they’re going to burn him alive” He sighed and stopped the car then leaned back in his chair. “Let’s go” “What?” “You’re coming with me, you know they’ll listen to you. You’re their king” “I don’t know what you’re talking about” “You and I know they idolize you and they’re about to kill that man. How are you so unperturbed seeing such a scene?” “It’s called minding one’s business” she stepped out of the car. She was not going to watch another person go up in flames when there were other ways to deal with the matter. She was not going to be the type of woman who stood around and did nothing just because she was scared. And maybe it was time to do a thorough check on the type of man she was dating because apparently they had different reactions to critical situations. She heard the car door slam shut behind her. she knew it was Uzor. He was either going to help her or pull her back into the car and she was ready for him. He walked passed her and went to the guys who were now flogging the man with the part of their belts that held the buckle.