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.

breath caught in his

did you just

His mind reeled.

blurred for a split

someone had taken a

his pillar, his hero, the man who taught him everything about loyalty, strength,

missed him

he

he would

could still

had the right to drag that name

You don’t know him.

You don’t know me.

yet you speak like

Abuchi stepped forward slowly.

thoughtful, now burned with restrained

He didn’t yell.

He didn’t need to.

he finally spoke, his voice trembled with rage so

“Take.

It.

Back.” He didn’t shout.

each word landed like a

The man blinked.

maybe even slightly shaken now that he saw what lay behind Abuchi’s

he didn’t step

again, more cautiously

said,

Abuchi didn’t move.

was louder than any

held its

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

Crack!

thwack echoed across the

head snapped to the side as

sound was crisp, brutal,

for half a breath as

man “???” Where am

Who am I?

What just happened?

crowd “…” The man staggered backward, wide

barely caught by the person behind him

the line like a gust

that really just

but his expression remained steady, stone

the impact,

had thrown the

had moved before

He didn’t regret it.

for a

to ripple, their whispers turning into

had hit

30s, tall

Abuchi?

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