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BOOM!
The guy didn't even get to finish his sentence before he felt a heavy blow to the chest and went flying backward. With a thud, he crashed onto the ground, his black raincoat now stained with muddy spots.
Hayato stared down coldly at the guy sprawled on the ground. He slowly walked over and finally stomped his foot down hard on the man's chest."You. You broke my damn door."
"Y-You little punk! You actually hit me? Do you even know what you're doing? You bastard, let me go right now and get on your knees to apologize—or else…"The guy was pinned under Hayato's foot, struggling to get up—but it was useless. He couldn't move at all.
Still, he had the nerve to shout threats, yelling at the top of his lungs.
Hearing the guy's threats, Hayato pressed down harder with his foot. Crack! The man's ribcage gave way under the pressure.
PFFT!
A mouthful of blood burst out of him as the sharp pain of near-death twisted his face with fear.
"Go fix my damn door," Hayato said coldly, glaring down at him as he moved his foot away.
"I— cough cough —you…"As soon as Hayato stepped back, the man flipped over and started coughing violently.
Every cough brought up more blood. His eyes, now staring at Hayato, were filled with a mix of fear and hatred. Clearly, this guy—used to bossing others around—was already starting to build up resentment.
Hayato noticed the shift in his expression and snorted. What an idiot. Doesn't even know when he's beaten. If Hayato didn't still need him to fix the door, that stomp just now would've finished him off.
"Fix the door, or I'll kill you right here and now."Hayato's voice was ice cold, with a tinge of fury barely held back. He knew himself well—when someone pissed him off and he couldn't get revenge, the anger would boil over and trigger the transformation into the Hulk.
He still wanted to live a quiet life here, so he had to avoid turning into that mindless green monster.
The guy lying there, now trembling with fear and still glaring hatefully at Hayato, couldn't help but shiver at those chilling, violent words.
He didn't dare think about his injuries anymore—he scrambled up and started fumbling around, trying to fix the door.
Problem was, he clearly wasn't the kind of guy who knew how to do manual labor. No matter how hard he tried, the door just wouldn't go back on right.
Not surprising, though—he'd always been the kind of guy who bullied others instead of doing real work. Of course he didn't know how.
He tried to sneak away a few times, but each time he glanced at Hayato—sitting quietly by the fire, just watching him—he felt a cold chill crawl up his spine. He immediately shoved down any thoughts of running.
After what felt like an eternity, using all the strength he had left, he finally got the door somewhat fixed. It could at least block out the howling wind, and the flickering firelight inside finally steadied.
"Sir… the door's fixed…"His face was pale as a sheet. He'd taken a serious beating and didn't get a single bit of medical help.
On top of that, he'd spent ages fixing the door. Even with a strong build, he looked like he was on the verge of collapse.
Hayato didn't say anything. He just looked at the now-repaired door… then back at the man, who was bowing and scraping in front of him, eyes full of hatred barely hidden beneath the surface.
Hayato knew exactly what kind of guy this was. The moment he went back, he'd start stirring up trouble and bring more people to come deal with him.
So without a word, Hayato flicked his wrist. A kunai knife shot out of his hand—thwack!—and embedded itself right in the man's forehead.
The guy's face froze in shock and disbelief. He clearly hadn't expected Hayato to actually kill him.
But Hayato's expression didn't change at all. Killing someone like this didn't even cause the slightest ripple in his heart anymore.
Sure, killing the guy might bring even more trouble later—his people might come looking for revenge. But Hayato preferred it this way. At least now, he didn't have to see that annoying bastard bouncing around in front of him anymore.
He walked over to the body, yanked the kunai out of the man's forehead, and was about to toss the body out.
Then he paused, rummaged through the corpse's clothes, and pulled out a few coins, a dagger, and some other random junk. Only then did he lift the body and throw it out the door.
"....."