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.

vision blurred for

had taken a

man who taught him everything

he missed him every single

a morning he didn’t

what he would have

could

the right to

You don’t know him.

You don’t know me.

speak like you

Abuchi stepped forward slowly.

once soft and thoughtful, now

He didn’t yell.

He didn’t need to.

he finally spoke, his voice trembled with rage so cold, so sharp, it

“Take.

It.

Back.” He didn’t shout.

word landed like a

The man blinked.

shaken now that he saw what lay

he didn’t

scoffed again, more cautiously

said, voice quieter

Abuchi didn’t move.

somehow, that stillness was louder

crowd held its

people’s opinions—?” The man didn’t even get to finish

Crack!

sharp thwack echoed across the

side as Abuchi’s fist

sound was crisp,

to pause for half a breath as everyone froze in

“???” Where am

Who am I?

What just happened?

The man staggered

barely caught by the person behind him

the line like a gust of wind

that really just

but his

from the impact,

hadn’t even fully realized he had thrown the punch until

before his

He didn’t regret it.

even for

their

had hit

in his 30s, tall

Abuchi?

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