Misunderstanding

"Ahhh~"

Full and satisfied, Hiruma rubbed his belly and let out a comfortable groan. He glanced out the window, thinking he should find a place to sleep.

Leaving the restaurant, he walked unhurriedly towards the city center. But after only a dozen meters, he sensed someone was following him.

So, after weaving back and forth, Hiruma circled back to the slum. After all, it wasn't convenient to make a move in the city center. He wanted to see who was awake in the middle of the night, tracking people.

Genya Shinazugawa looked at Hiruma walking into a dead-end alley with a confused expression. He hadn't expected the big fatty to be such an idiot, getting lost right into his hands.

"Huh?"

"Where is this?"

Hiruma scratched his head and let out a sigh of confusion. In reality, he was wondering why the person hadn't made a move yet; he was getting impatient and wanted to punch him.

Genya Shinazugawa scanned his surroundings, cautiously picked up a brick from the ground, weighed it a couple of times, and confidently walked into the alley.

He couldn't beat that brat at home because he was drunk. But it was different now. Sober, he felt like he could take on ten little brats.

"Kid, lend me some money!"

Seeing that it wasn't a demon, Hiruma felt utterly bored and disappointed.

"Brat, don't force my hand! I don't feel like killing anyone today!" Genya Shinazugawa threatened fiercely when the other person didn't budge.

Hiruma pretended to be scared, let out a few perfunctory screams, and then said:

"Oh dear!"

"Someone's robbing me, I'm so scared!"

"Someone save me!"

Genya Shinazugawa: (?_? )

Damn it, is this brat playing me?

"You forced me to do this! I'll beat you to death!"

Unaware of how terrifying the person in front of him was, Genya Shinazugawa charged forward with the brick. Moments later, the screams in the dead-end alley gradually subsided.

Hiruma crossed his legs, with a bruised and swollen Genya Shinazugawa serving as a footrest under his butt.

He kowtowed and begged pitifully, "Little brother, please spare me!"

"I was momentarily possessed by a demon, it's all my fault. Please, stop hitting me!"

"Oh, right, right! I have a few daughters at home, and they're good-looking. If you want..."

Before he could finish, Hiruma slapped him across the face and said irritably:

"Are you even human?"

"If I'm not human, then whatever you say goes!" Genya Shinazugawa didn't get angry but instead smiled, wagging his tail like a dog begging for scraps. He hadn't expected this kid to be so fierce and had no choice but to accept his fate.

After a while, Hiruma suddenly realized something. He felt that this man looked somewhat familiar.

He lowered his head, grabbed the man's hair, and lifted his head, asking, "What's your name?"

"Big brother, my name is Shinazugawa..."

Before the man could finish, Hiruma's eyes lit up. Shinazugawa, wasn't that the surname of the future Wind Pillar?

"Hahaha, that's great!"

"Excellent!" He laughed uncontrollably and continued to ask, "You have a son named Sanemi Shinazugawa, right?"

Genya Shinazugawa was completely bewildered. How did this person know that little brat's name?

No, if he knew, it meant he had investigated beforehand. That being the case, he must be gay.

After all, those rich and powerful people had all sorts of kinks. Boys were sometimes more expensive than girls.

In Genya Shinazugawa's opinion, Hiruma was the type of rich person who indulged in such things.

"If you like him, I have many other sons, sir!" He looked at Hiruma obsequiously, forcing a very ugly smile onto his bruised face.

Hiruma: "???"

"What the hell?"

"I didn't mean it like that! Are you selling your sons after selling your daughters?"

"You bastard!"

In his rage, he kicked Genya Shinazugawa away. Who knew that the guy would immediately faint?

"Damn it!"

"I haven't even asked where your house is yet?"

Slapping his face, splashing cold water...

Hiruma used all the methods he could think of. Hiruma waited until midnight, but the guy still didn't wake up, sleeping like a dead pig. Helplessly, he decided to give up.

He had already obtained useful information anyway. The Shinazugawa family must be in this slum. He could just ask around later.

The next morning, Hiruma spent some money to ask the residents of the slum for the Shinazugawa family's address.

Here, money is more useful than outside, and finding a person or place is too simple.

"Sanemi, stop picking through trash!"

"Someone paid to find out your family's address, and they're heading there now!"

A small beggar suddenly stopped Sanemi, who was pulling a cart, and said breathlessly. The beggar had been helped by Sanemi before, and he had just seen Hiruma paying to ask for directions.

In the slums, a place with such chaotic security, paying to ask for directions could only mean a debt collector or a murderer.

Upon hearing this, Sanemi's hair stood on end. He grabbed the beggar and raised his voice, "What did you say?!"

"You should hurry home. It's probably a debt collector!"

"Genya, keep an eye on the cart!"

Sanemi turned and instructed, then clenched his fists and rushed out. Without even thinking, he knew it had to be the bastard father's debts, and the debt collector had found the source.

"Sanemi, that debt collector has red hair," the beggar reminded him from behind. "Don't mistake someone else."

"I know!" Sanemi gritted his teeth, his anger almost at its peak. That scoundrel had better not hurt my family.

In truth, he was more worried because his mother wasn't home, and only his younger siblings were there.

When Sanemi rushed home, he happened to see the red-haired debt collector the beggar had mentioned.

At that moment, Hiruma was smiling, holding a bag of snacks, and distributing them to Sanemi's younger siblings.

But in Sanemi's eyes, this heartwarming scene was a debt collector giving poisoned items to his younger siblings, then using their lives to threaten the family for money, refusing to give them the antidote otherwise.

It wasn't that Sanemi had persecution complex; it was just that the laws of the slums were that cruel.

"You bastard, get away from my family!"

Sanemi roared and charged at Hiruma like a raging bull, his wind-infused fist smashing into the other's face.

However, this attack was no different from a tickle to Hiruma.

Hiruma, who sat up clutching his face in utter confusion, asked, "Sanemi, why did you hit me?"

For Hiruma, he knew a lot about Sanemi, so he naturally let his guard down. But he overlooked one point: the other party didn't know him at all.

Sanemi tilted his head, thinking that this guy even knew his name, so he was definitely a debt collector.

"I hit you!"

Hiruma: "???"

Before he could even open his mouth to explain, Sanemi swung his fists and charged again. Hiruma had no choice but to dodge. In terms of fighting skills, even a hundred Sanemis wouldn't be enough, but he didn't want to fight.

"Is there some kind of misunderstanding here?" he asked while dodging.

"Did you pay to find out where my house is?"

"Yes, that's true. After all, this place is like a maze. Besides, I'm not short on money, and it's covered by public funds anyway."

"Then that's it. You're carrying a saber, what else could you be if not a debt collector?"

"I'm not!"

"You are!"

Sanemi had already made up his mind, and now his temper flared. He'd beat him up first.