"I hear you just killed a young man named Koizumi Mikki?"
A Japanese man, clad in a kimono and wooden clogs, blocked Ying Yue's path with an indifferent inquiry. His gaze was sharp, his voice grave, betraying threads of murderous intent.
"Who are you?"
Ying Yue's eyelids lifted as he turned to the Japanese man, a flicker of displeasure in his eyes.
"Koizumi Masao!"
The Japanese man responded coldly.
"You also bear the surname Koizumi. What is your relation to Koizumi Mikki?"
Ying Yue's eyebrows raised in interest as he asked.
"He was my son!"
Koizumi Masao declared icily, enunciating each word.
"So Koizumi Mikki was your son!"
Ying Yue exclaimed in feigned surprise, then laughed and shook his head, saying, "Three days ago, I did indeed kill a fellow named Koizumi Mikki. That guy was disrespectful to me and I casually took his life.
What now, has the elder come after the younger was beaten? Do you, as a father, seek revenge for your son?"
