The situation had never been in Omiya Moto's hands. Since someone else called the shots, they could hit him when they wanted and talk when they wanted. In a good mood, they could go along with him; in a bad mood, they could go against him. They could do whatever they pleased. It was that simple.
Right now, they just wanted to beat him up. Was there a problem with that?
No problem.
Omiya Moto's gaze was so dark it practically dripped. How could this man do something like this? He had been so sincere about talking, communicating properly, and clearing up the misunderstanding.
And the other man?
He wanted to wipe him out.
That was exactly what he was doing.
The way he refused to let go was infuriating. Omiya Moto's mood plunged to rock bottom. No, he absolutely could not let this continue.
But nothing changed. Omiya Moto took another hit.
Bang!
That blow landed squarely.
The hit served as a reminder to Omiya Moto: if he kept courting death and stubbornly followed this path to the end, sooner or later he would get himself killed. Wasn't his courting death until he actually died exactly what the other man wanted?
Great. That would happen soon enough.
Since he wanted to die, he would most certainly be sent to his death. It was that simple.
Run!
Only an idiot would stay instead of leaving now. This fellow was a complete lunatic. He didn't care whether anyone else lived or died; he was determined to fight him to the bitter end.
He had to run, even if it took everything he had!
Omiya Moto took to his heels, instantly pushing his speed to the limit.
As for Xuan Zhe, he could chase him or let him go.
But of course