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 in

did you

His mind reeled.

for a split

tightened like someone had taken a hammer to

hero, the man who taught him everything

missed him every

he didn’t wake up thinking about

what he would have

could still

thought he had the right to drag that name through the

You don’t know him.

You don’t know me.

speak

Abuchi stepped forward slowly.

once soft and thoughtful, now burned with

He didn’t yell.

He didn’t need to.

voice trembled with rage so cold, so sharp, it silenced

“Take.

It.

Back.” He didn’t shout.

word landed like

The man blinked.

he saw what

he didn’t

just scoffed again, more cautiously

said, voice

Abuchi didn’t move.

that stillness was

crowd held its

think you’re too good to recognize other people’s opinions—?” The man didn’t even get

Crack!

echoed across the

the side as Abuchi’s fist collided squarely with

crisp,

pause for half a breath as

“???” Where

Who am I?

What just happened?

crowd “…” The man staggered

by the person

line like a gust

really just

slightly, but his expression

slightly from the

hadn’t even fully realized he had thrown the

moved before his

He didn’t regret it.

for

their

man he had

in his 30s,

Abuchi?

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