They looked like the ones you called when peace had already died.
"Did I hear…"
The voice cut through the tension like a blade through thick rope.
"…that someone punched my little brother?"
The man at the front of the black cloaked group spoke calmly, but there was iron in his tone. A cruel, quiet fire beneath every word.
He did not shout.
He did not need to.
The ruffians who had just been licking their wounds snapped to attention like loyal dogs.
They rushed to speak not minding the pain from their wounds.
"Boss! He did it!"
"Yes sir! That's the guy who hit your brother!"
They pointed without hesitation, straight at Abuchi.
Their faces were smug, triumphant.
They could already taste revenge.
But the man in black did not respond right away.
He turned to Abuchi slowly… and stared.
His gaze was sharp, calculating.
