A Brief Interlude

Uchiha Chen had long grown used to the attention of others. No matter what angle it came from, he was accustomed to the envious or yearning looks people gave him.

He slowly lowered his hat onto his head, shutting out those admiring or otherwise unpleasant gazes. Just then, Chen heard a slightly arrogant voice bellow loudly.

"Stop!"

"I'm talking to you! Stop right there!"

When he received no response, the person behind him actually tried to step forward and grab Uchiha Chen's arm.

"Do you have a death wish?" A cold glint flashed in Chen's eyes. He spun around with blinding speed, reached up from below, and seized the man by the neck, hoisting him into the air.

Uchiha Chen lifted his head, revealing a cold face beneath the brim of his hat. His murderous gaze fixed on the man struggling in his grasp.

The arrogant man had been seized so suddenly by Uchiha Chen that he didn't react at first.

Only when he began to feel short of breath did he realize something was wrong. He kicked his legs wildly, gripped Uchiha Chen's hand with both of his own, and repeatedly slapped Chen's arm, trying to break free.

But the struggles of an ordinary person seemed feeble and powerless against Uchiha Chen. Though he used every ounce of his strength to escape Chen's grip, it was all useless in Chen's eyes.

He struggled with all his might to break free of Uchiha Chen's grasp, but his arms had no strength left. He was nothing more than an ordinary man.

He tried to open his mouth to say something, but with Uchiha Chen's hand around his throat, he couldn't utter a single word.

All he could do was gape helplessly, making a hoarse, unintelligible sound. To Uchiha Chen, it was