"I want to kill every last one of those damned things with my own hands."
Natsuki Subaru looked up at Fang Mo and made an earnest, serious request. "So, Brother Dongwen, could I trouble you not to make a move this time?"
"Emmm..."
Hearing that, Fang Mo could not help falling into thought.
"No?"
Seeing Fang Mo suddenly go silent, Natsuki Subaru grew anxious. "Brother Dongwen, please believe me just this once. I'm begging you. This time... this time alone, I have to slaughter those bastards myself!!!"
By the time he reached those final words,
Natsuki Subaru was practically forcing them out through clenched teeth.
Even after going through countless loops, that towering fury and hatred had not faded by even a fraction. It seemed only death could soothe the pain carved into his soul.
"To get an innocent shut-in like you so mad you want to wipe out someone's whole family..."
Rubbing his chin, Fang Mo finally spoke. "Sounds like that was one hell of a fucked-up future. You must've suffered plenty, huh?"
"I..."
"But that isn't necessarily a bad thing."
Before Natsuki Subaru could explain, Fang Mo smiled. He reached out and patted Natsuki Subaru's shoulder encouragingly. "That's how Chinese men ought to be—decisive and ruthless. That's what makes a man... not to mention you're the incomparably noble Shanghai Master!"
"What does that have to do with household registration..."
Natsuki Subaru had been feeling fired up, but Fang Mo's final remark nearly broke him. He reflexively pressed a hand to his forehead.
"Bloodline suppression!"
Fang Mo knocked Natsuki Subaru on the head. "You're still making far too little use of Stubborn Blessing... Don't tell me you think it's only for talking tough?"
"What?"
Natsuki Subaru was completely dumbfounded. "Then... then how am I supposed to use it?"
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