Chapter 295: If It’s a Fight You Want…

Chapter 295: If It’s a Fight You Want…

“You think you’re different, but you must be just like your father, I bet.

A tyrant.

A spoiled coward hiding behind money and power.

You’re even hiding your face, ridiculous.

I’m sure you can’t wait to announce your identity to all of us.

So stop pretending already.” And that… that was it.

That was the straw that snapped the last fragile thread holding Abuchi’s patience together.

No.

His eyes narrowed, fire surging beneath his calm exterior.

You can insult me all you want.

Call me spoiled.

Call me lazy.

I can take it.

But you do not, ever, bring my father into this.

His voice dropped even lower, thick with warning.

“My father… has nothing to do with this.

And I would appreciate it,” he said, voice shaking slightly now, not from fear, but from how hard he was holding himself back “if you never mention his name again.

Not like that.” But the man only laughed.

A dry, hollow sound that echoed too loud in the space between them.

“Oh, what now?

Are you going to hit me?” the man jeered.

“Maybe you’ll call your daddy’s people to deal with me later?

Hmph.

Nonsense.” Then he leaned in slightly, face twisting with venom.

“You’re just a bastard child, aren’t you?

Because no real father would raise such a weak, entitled brat.

And if you really are your father’s son…” He spat the final words out like poison.

“Then maybe your father was a bastard too.” Silence.

Like the wind itself had paused to watch.

caught

you just

His mind reeled.

for

like someone had taken a hammer to

the man who taught him

missed him

morning he didn’t wake up thinking

what he would

he could

he had the right to drag that name through the

You don’t know him.

You don’t know me.

you speak like

Abuchi stepped forward slowly.

once soft and thoughtful, now burned

He didn’t yell.

He didn’t need to.

voice trembled with rage so cold, so sharp, it silenced even the birds

“Take.

It.

Back.” He didn’t shout.

each word landed like

The man blinked.

now that he saw

he didn’t

just scoffed again, more cautiously this

said, voice quieter

Abuchi didn’t move.

was louder

crowd held its

other people’s opinions—?”

Crack!

clean, sharp thwack echoed across the

as Abuchi’s

crisp, brutal,

a breath as

man “???” Where

Who am I?

What just happened?

man staggered backward,

caught by the person behind

swept through the line like a gust of wind through dry

that really just

slightly, but his expression remained steady,

ached slightly from the impact, but he

even fully realized he had thrown the punch until it

had moved before his mind had

He didn’t regret it.

even for

began to ripple, their whispers turning into hushed

had hit was bigger,

in his 30s, tall and

Abuchi?

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