Chapter 63: There Is No Grudge Between Us
Chapter 63: There Is No Grudge Between Us
Seeing the masked killer approaching like death incarnate, Morishita Yamato trembled violently.
Yet being a yakuza boss’s son, he managed to keep a shred of composure. “You’re… Mom?!”
Fang Cheng: “???”
He instinctively touched his chest.
What kind of messed-up vision could mistake his manly body for a woman, let alone someone’s mother?
But Fang Cheng soon realized his mistake – Morishita Yamato’s gaze had slid past him to the naked woman on the floor, recognizing his own mother.
“What did you do to my mother?!”
All color drained from Morishita Yamato’s face as filthy scenes flooded his mind, each starring his mother.
Rage burned in his eyes. He wanted to charge at the masked man – or maybe join him? No, definitely wanted to fight!
“Hold on. No interest in flat-chested aunties here.”
Fang Cheng had principles, both alive and dead. Violating women for revenge? Not his style. Might feel good, but 404 warnings wouldn’t.
“Wasn’t me who did your mom. Some ripped kid did. Chill though – I took him out. Your dad’s green hat’s safe…”
Morishita Yamato’s face twisted. “You killed him?!”
Fang Cheng always knew rich families were messy, but this? Kid clearly knew the whole story.
Damn. Respect.
“Should’ve let him live to give you the play-by-play,” Fang Cheng mused.
Morishita Yamato squinted. “Your voice… I know you?”
Fang Cheng grinned. “Same voice as your cuckolded dad? Wait, I’m not the cuckold here. Call me cousin.”
“Fang Cheng?!” Morishita Yamato roared in realization.
Before he finished, Fang Cheng lunged forward with a short-distance dash and drove a punch into his gut.
Morishita Yamato folded like a shrimp, vomiting half-digested food.
“Not Fang Cheng. Just justice passing through. Fang Cheng’s a perfect student – handsome, kind, helpful. Don’t slander him.”
Grabbing Yamato’s hair, Fang Cheng yanked him upright.
“Kill me now or I’ll end you!” Yamato snarled.
BANG!
A bullet tore through his thigh.
“AAH! Don’t kill me!!” Yamato screamed, clutching his leg.
“All that muscle just for this?” Fang Cheng scoffed. He’d expected a fight, not instant begging.
But it made sense – raised by overprotective parents, Yamato had copied their violent talk without real toughness. All bark, no bite.
Such people were accustomed to smooth sailing; beneath their tough exterior was a fragile heart untouched by hardship, easily shattered by minor setbacks.
A perfect idiom described them: outwardly strong but inwardly weak.
Fang Cheng burned with anger recalling how he’d wasted several nights chasing this fool, missing his game sessions for such worthless prey.
He shoved the handgun against Morishita Yamato’s skull. “I’ll give you one more chance to answer properly. Who am I?”
“Justice’s companion?”
The gun butt cracked against Yamato’s head. “Correct! I’m the one hunting you. What’s that got to do with Fang Cheng?”
Yamato clutched his aching skull, screaming internally – did they think he was an idiot?!
“Back to business. Why hire killers against Fang Cheng? No tricks – think carefully.”
Fang Cheng pressed, curious about Yamato’s twisted logic. What petty grudge justified murder?
Not entirely stupid, Yamato knew truth meant death. “Not me! I just wanted to beat you! Someone kept pushing me to hire assassins!”
Looking back, Yamato felt baffled. Though furious after Fang Cheng’s beating, murder seemed excessive. Yet somehow, overwhelming killing intent had consumed him then. Only now did he grasp his own stupidity.
“Interesting.” Fang Cheng raised an eyebrow. “Who pushed you?”
Yamato opened his mouth to name names… then froze.
The instigator’s identity slipped through his mind like smoke. Familiar features blurred, leaving only a faceless shadow. Sweat soaked his shirt as Fang Cheng’s glare intensified.
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“I offer mercy, yet you lie?”
“No lie! They gave black market contacts! It was their plan!”
“Brave till the end?” Fang Cheng aimed between Yamato’s legs. “Should I separate you from your ‘treasures’?”
“Truth! Just need time to remember!” Yamato’s voice cracked. But the mental void remained.
Outside gunfire had ceased. Time dwindled. “Final question – any regrets?”
“I…” Yamato’s tears flowed freely. Of course he regretted obeying Aoki Yusuke’s orders to harass Fang Cheng.
“Regret…?”
“Louder.”
“I REGRET IT!!” Yamato wailed. “Please! Never again!”
“Then who sent you after me initially? Truth spares you.”
Fang Cheng had checked school records – no connection between Kanzaki Rin and Yamato. The motive never added up.
Yamato grasped this lifeline. “It was… was…” His face went blank. The name vanished like morning dew.
Fang Cheng’s eye twitched. “We’ve no feud. Why take me for a fool?”
Yamato resembled a bad actor forgetting lines mid-performance. “Same person arranged everything! Why fake amnesia if lying?”
Fang Cheng studied the blubbering mess. Either Oscar-worthy acting… or someone had tampered with Yamato’s mind.
“Shhh.” Fang Cheng patted Yamato’s head. “I believe you.”
“Spare me?” Yamato sniffled.
CRACK!
Fang Cheng’s punch dropped him. “Don’t be naive.”
As Yamato collapsed, Fang Cheng sensed the vampire entering the villa.