"Ah?" Zhenxi was bewildered, "Huai Zhisu... a person?"
"Yeah, the name is strange, right?" Toshio snorted, "They say he's really vulgar too. I saw him taking off clothes on the street last time, shameless."
Zhenxi felt her mind couldn't process it, something seemed off: "Uh, maybe he's not necessarily a bad person?"
Toshio paused, his eyes lowered, unable to hide his hatred.
"Brother Ryuuto was killed by him. Aunt Nakayama, such a good person, cries every day now... And he pretends to give money to people, as if anyone cares for his filthy money!"
Toshio paused his movements, his hand gripping the knife turned white from strain.
He lowered his head and squeezed out a hoarse voice through gritted teeth:
"One day, I'll kill him..."
Amidst the heavy footsteps, a tall shadow appeared behind him. He froze for a moment, then turned to see Takahashi's cold expression.
