Soldier Boy closed in with enormous strides, reaching Mother's Milk in just a few steps and driving his knee into his chest.
Mother's Milk struggled in pain, barely able to breathe, thin streams of blood spilling from his mouth.
"Fuck you, you idiot. Why'd you go crazy?" Soldier Boy asked.
"Fuck. You!" Mother's Milk still refused to submit. Even with his voice breaking, he forced out the curse.
Soldier Boy's face darkened. He felt as though he was being toyed with.
In his anger, he swung his fist and slammed it into Mother's Milk's cheek. The tremendous force left his cheek a bloody mess, blood spilling from his mouth and nose.
Another punch left his cheek slightly caved in.
Soldier Boy had held back his strength. Otherwise, that punch would have killed an ordinary person instantly.
But even so, Mother's Milk couldn't take it.
The first punch had knocked him unconscious, and the second had beaten him awake again.
The moment he opened his eyes, he saw Soldier Boy raising his fist, about to throw a third punch.
Some clarity returned to Mother's Milk's eyes, and he slurred, "Stop... stop..."
Soldier Boy held his raised fist in midair, unwilling to let him off easily. After considerable deliberation, he decided to give him a chance.
"Fucking talk. You've got ten-odd seconds to convince me."
His face bruised and swollen, Mother's Milk said hoarsely, "You killed my grandfather."
"What?" Soldier Boy froze. The confusion on his face didn't look feigned.
At the sight, Mother's Milk's eyes reddened.
"You don't fucking remember?"
"My father spent his whole life fighting Vought in court over this! In the end, he dropped dead!"
"All of it was because of you!"
Soldier Boy was bewildered. His fist hung in midair before finally dropping limply. "I didn't know!"