Seeing the masked man who looked like a god of slaughter walking toward him, Morishita Yamato trembled like a leaf.
But he was still the son of a yakuza boss, so Morishita Yamato managed to keep a shred of composure. "You're... Mom?!"
Fang Cheng: "???"
He instinctively felt his chest.
What kind of eyes did you need to mistake this manly body of mine for a woman—and your mother, no less?
But Fang Cheng had clearly misunderstood. Morishita Yamato's gaze had gone past him, landing on the naked woman on the ground. He recognized her as his mother.
"What did you do to my mom?"
Morishita Yamato's face turned ashen. Countless sleazy, vulgar images instantly filled his mind, all with his mother as the leading lady.
Those images made Morishita Yamato's eyes blaze with fury. He wanted to join in—no, damn it... he wanted to rush over and fight the masked man to the death!
"Wait, don't get the wrong idea. I have absolutely no interest in a flat-chested, mature woman like your mother."
Fang Cheng had his principles, whether he was alive or dead. He wouldn't use someone else's wife or daughter to take revenge on his enemies. Sure, it might feel great, but the censors probably wouldn't be happy.
He explained to Morishita Yamato, "I wasn't the one who fucked your mom. It was some fit young guy. But don't worry, I've already killed him. You don't have to worry about your father being cuckolded..."
Morishita Yamato's expression changed dramatically, and the words slipped out before he could stop them. "You killed him?"
Fang Cheng had always thought this family was pretty messed up, but he hadn't expected things to be this twisted. From Morishita Yamato's expression, he seemed to have known about it all along.
Impressive, impressive.