Chapter 47: Man of Mystery..
"But I guess inbred trash like you still need to be taught a lesson."
The fire-eyed man's expression darkened. He was rather calm for the vile words he had said to Tony—Words that would bite into anyone's pride.
"The fuck did you just say?!" He let go of his axe as it floated in the grip of the flickering dark tendril. His jaw tightened, veins bulging all over his face. He clenched his fists, the nails biting into his skin.
And then he swung.
The air whooshed as his fist burst through. Heading for the face of the man who had insulted him and his family. There was no way that this man would've gotten out unscathed.
His fist connected, but not to the man's face. But rather, to his calloused palm as he had stopped the fist right in its path. His hands did not tremble as he held Tony's hands in place.
Tony's eyes widened, his knuckle still held by the man's firm grip. H-he stopped it?
The man was still the same, carrying that same untouchable Aura around him. But his eyes held a sense of something—Fear? What a joke! Anger?
No.
It seemed more like he was pitying Tony. Pitying the man who had picked a bad flower today. A poisonous flower, to be exact.
Tony tried to free his fist, but the man's grip was firm. He held Tony's knuckle, his finger tightening at the joints.