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

did you

His mind reeled.

for a split

chest tightened like someone had

father, his pillar, his hero, the man who taught him everything about loyalty, strength, and dignity, was

him

he didn’t wake up

what he would

he could

man, this stranger, thought he had the right

You don’t know him.

You don’t know me.

yet you speak like you

Abuchi stepped forward slowly.

and thoughtful, now burned with

He didn’t yell.

He didn’t need to.

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

“Take.

It.

Back.” He didn’t shout.

word landed like

The man blinked.

maybe even slightly shaken now that he saw

didn’t

scoffed again, more

said,

Abuchi didn’t move.

stillness was louder

crowd held

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

Crack!

thwack echoed across

to the side as Abuchi’s fist collided squarely with

crisp, brutal, and

a breath

man “???”

Who am I?

What just happened?

man staggered

barely caught by the person behind

line like a gust of

that really just

his expression

slightly from the impact, but he

hadn’t even fully realized he had thrown

had moved before his mind had

He didn’t regret it.

for

began to ripple, their

man he had hit was bigger,

30s, tall

Abuchi?

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