In the illusion, after Yapin passed out, the world continued progressing without pausing. The three of them fell silent, exchanged glances, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
When Yapin woke up in the infirmary, he saw the fat man receiving treatment from Officer Jenny. Lincoln was sitting beside him, along with a burly middle-aged man who was looking worriedly at the person on the bed.
Yapin was a little nervous.
"Oh? Yapin's awake." Uncle Lincoln smiled and stood up. The burly uncle beside him stood as well. He was very tall, a full head taller than Yapin.
"So you're the one who kicked and broke my son's ribs?" The uncle looked at Yapin with interest. Yapin froze. The man didn't seem angry.
"Yes, Uncle. It was my fault." Yapin admitted his mistake earnestly. He had no intention of explaining himself. Wrong was wrong.
But Yapin felt that something was strange. It seemed as if he had forgotten something.
Kenichi Amamiya had added a memory-alteration function to the illusion, allowing him to directly modify these people's memories. It was quite convenient, but using it too often could easily cause problems.
"It's fine, it's fine. But are you a martial artist, kid?" The uncle did not care at all and instead laughed heartily. Daikouki, beside him, covered his face miserably.
His ribs had been kicked broken!
"I know a little." Yapin was equally confused. Hadn't he broken the other man's son's ribs? Why was the man not angry at all?
"Dad, my ribs were broken!" Daikouki wore a complicated expression. He was even beginning to wonder whether he was really his father's biological son. Could it be that Old Father had picked him up somewhere outside?
But on second thought, that did not seem impossible.
"They're only two ribs! Back when