Every word struck where it hurt.
Everyone there felt a jolt in their chest.
The young people who had joined in the jeering looked at the solemn entrance to the Memorial Hall, then at the two public intellectuals making spectacles of themselves on the ground. Their faces burned.
The smile froze on Ito Yūgorō's face.
Professor Sheep clutched his cheek and struggled to his feet. His finger trembled as he pointed at Yue Xiaofei.
"You... you thug! You savage! How dare you hit someone? I'll sue you! I'll make sure you rot in prison!"
Sister Chrysanthemum wailed into her camera.
"Everyone! Did you see that? That's the Demon! He even hits women! People like him are a blight on society!"
Yue Xiaofei sneered. He couldn't be bothered with those two rabid dogs.
His gaze passed over the crowd and locked onto Ito Yūgorō in his wheelchair.
"Old dog, nice performance."
Yue Xiaofei descended the steps, one at a time. Each footfall seemed to land on the crowd's pounding hearts.
"The Oscars owe you a statuette."
Ito Yūgorō stared at the Asura Mask, and his heart clenched.
That killing intent...
Even from more than ten meters away, he felt an oppressive force like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
No ordinary person could carry an aura like that!
"You..."
Ito Yūgorō shook all over. He pointed at Yue Xiaofei, his lips trembling, but no words came out.
Suddenly, his eyes rolled back. He clutched his chest with both hands and began convulsing violently.
The doctor beside him shouted, "Oh no! The old gentleman's having a heart attack! Quick! Epinephrine! A defibrillator!"
The scene erupted into chaos.
"He's killed someone! The masked man frightened the old gentleman to death!"
"How cruel! This is practically murder!"
Professor Sheep sprang up