On the contrary, the one lying on the ground with a face full of blood was his son. A young man had him by the throat, slapping him back and forth from one side of his face to the other. What was more, the young man still had time to chat with a little girl beside him while casually slapping his son around as though he were merely playing. Meanwhile, his son's underlings could only watch helplessly as the young man toyed with him.
This scene was far beyond what Yamainu Hitoki had imagined. Listening to the endless series of slaps, he felt as though none of it was real.
Was that really my son getting beaten?
"Stop!" Yamainu Hitoki finally reacted and roared. When he saw the burly men standing there without moving, his anger flared. He grabbed someone nearby and slapped him straight to the ground, raging, "You useless trash! What the hell do I keep you for?!"
"You want me to stop? Who the hell are you?"
Mirai did not even glance at Yamainu Hitoki as he continued slapping the dwarf's face.
By then, Mirai had already reduced his strength to the minimum. Slapping the dwarf was merely a way to humiliate him.
Naraku: ...
Naraku and his two subordinates were all stunned. What they were seeing now did not seem like something Little Brother Mirai would do!
"Die!"
Yamainu Hitoki's face darkened. Seeing that the surrounding crowd had dispersed, he no longer concealed anything and directly activated ANBU. However, despite his fierce words, he did not move. It was not that he did not want to—it was that he did not dare.
With his strength, he could naturally tell that although Mirai did not seem particularly strong while beating his son, at most on the level