With both of his hands fixed inside his pockets, the youth calmly approached the man standing a few meters from him.
The figures of all the men he had been facing seconds ago were all writhing on the floor, multiple parts of their bodies swollen.
Many of them couldn't help but suck in a cold breath, a single word passing through their heads: monster.
There was no doubting it, if he had wanted to kill them, they would be dead.
The youth ignored each one of them, not even sparing them a glance, and reached the man after a few seconds.
"You look pissed, father. Who were you talking to?"
The expressionless face of the youth crumbled, a smile appearing on his face as he inquired, noticing the man's angry aura.
"No one you should worry about," the man's tone was dismissive. "How do you feel?"
The youth's smile widened. "Sounds like you were talking to my lovely sister," he remarked in a sarcastic tone.
