Chapter 92
"You two have the guts to leave. If you dare to bully my second uncle, I will come down right now."
After yelling that out, Yoren spun around, slippers slapping the stairs as he rushed down.
He didn't need to ask to know what was happening. Just from Hurd's voice on the phone yesterday, he could tell something was wrong. Something big. Most likely, it had to do with the demolition of their home.
Frankly, the whole thing reeked of drama. Residents versus developers, blood spilled over bulldozers—the kind of stuff you usually only see in the headlines.
But Yoren had a feeling there was more to it. Hurd may have been retired, but he was still a man of culture. Demolition and reconstruction were part of urban development—and Hurd had no kids, no real financial pressure. It didn't make sense. Not unless someone was pushing things from behind the scenes.
The whole street was resisting legal demolition. That wasn't something a couple of elderly retirees did for fun. Unless they were bored out of their minds—which they weren't.
He didn't know all the facts yet, but it didn't matter. He wasn't a judge. He didn't need to be objective. For Hemer's sake, even if his second uncle was in the wrong, Yoren would never just sit by and watch. Hurd had always been good to them. That counted for everything.
Just in case, Yoren wrapped his scarf around the Originium crystal on his neck.
The man leading the group outside was almost two meters tall, bald and built like a tank. A single horn jutted from his forehead—ghost lineage, no doubt.
When the crowd in the yard suddenly grew, the horned man paused, startled.
"Well, well, looks like the old man's family just grew a backbone. What, you lot gonna gang up on us now?"