⁵THIS IS SO MUCH FUN

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THIS IS SO MUCH FUN

But it was Ryo's laughter that answered Dini's scream for help, impossible to be saved.

“No one will help you; I don't know where that cheap father of mine goes, or might as well really kill you, right, huh? ”

The panic in Dini's eyes outcolored his face when he met those frightful smiling eyes, as if someone in hell was actually creeping out from the darkness to get him back.

As if the rightful heir of evil was facing him, and when his body rolled with a thud on a twenty-step staircase, he shouted again in a whisper, asking Brandon for help crawling his way out.

When Ryo caught his hair back, he jumped on top of him, banging his head on the floor, wishing him to die instantly.

Though Dini managed to escape sudden death from falling down the stairs, he was yanked back and forth, making him one with the floor.

“Stop it, Ryo! Just stop! ”

Dini screamed.

“Oh? I'm sorry I didn't know you wanted a different approach. Then let me change tactics.”

Ryo laughed maniacally, letting go of his hair and wringing his neck; Dini's robe was indecently parted in two ways, showing his hairy dick and overflowing ass.

And when he thought he was going to die of suffocation.

Sachin came out of nowhere, running down the stairs, taking the nearby chair, and hitting Ryo in the back by surprise, pulling his mother away.

Thankfully, he was separated from his near-death experience.

Ryo collapsed and hit his head on the first step of the stairs. The excruciating wound made him dizzy, and if not for his strong will, he wouldn't be able to endure the pain perfectly as if he were made of iron, ignoring the world spinning around.

In his mind, he was chanting, “No! I can't be weak; I won't back down, even if they join forces. So whatever happens today, it must be them shaking down, not me.”

He wanted to show them he was not an easy opponent. They can trample him like before because he was still timid like a useless paper. The character they want him to be.

For the sake of his beloved mother, the old him is gone; he will show his true colors. No sign of weakness even though he was torn, broken, and trembling inside.

People around him will only make good use of his vulnerability as a weapon against him. No one can belittle him, not even his heart, which he can control. Surely, not the witch mother and son, not even his disloyal father—not a speck of dirt can push him to the abyss.

He will be the one to push them to their end, so let this day be a show for them to enjoy, for they will no longer be able to laugh. He's going to avenge his poor mother, who waited for love in vain.

Likewise, he pulled himself together, his vision slowly clearing up, and grabbed the nearest thing he could grasp.

A vase only took shape after he threw it with great anger. The next thing that came into his sight was another vase, and he threw it with a grudge after getting a hold of whatever the thing was.

Throwing everything that touches his hands towards the two. Which Sachin takes from behind, protecting his all-ruined mother, and he didn't dare to fight back.

Of course, if there's no Brandon around, why would they act like Cinderella?

“Whore of a mother giving birth to another whore, you truly both share the same genes, huh! How generously pathetic.”

He throws another vase, which is much sturdier, straight at Sachin's bare back, earning a scream of pain. Ryo wonders why there are so many vases today. But he only scoffed it off, thinking it was also part of their ploy.

A vase will not cause much damage. He also stopped wondering when Sachin would stop using himself as a shield. He doesn't care; he's enjoying the free throws he can have while his stupid father is missing.

Sachin shows himself, making Ryo boil even more agitated. He can't even imagine himself being oblivious in the past. Ignoring red signs just because he let himself befriend this garbage.

“Aiyo, someone's willing to get everything I throw. This is so much fun, hahaha.”

Ryo laughed with chills, wanting a glass of champagne.

“I don't understand why you're doing this, Ryo. Aren't we best friends? ”

A stupid laugh escaped Ryo's lips like he tasted something sour that needed to be spit out; he wanted to puke.

“Best friends? Stop acting like you're the innocent pig. Pigs smell bad, but they're not born snakes.”

Sachin was startled when he felt something tug from behind; it was sharp. At first, he thought it was just a one-time sting, but he started to feel uncomfortable. And when he thought Ryo's silence was audible, he saw hell smiling at him with a small object piercing him, sinking deep into his flesh; he was already bleeding.

“D-dart? ”Sachin exclaimed in horror.

“Ah huh! You guessed right! Hihihi.”

Ryo laughs excitedly like a witch while throwing another one.

“S-stop! This is Ryo.”

Sachin glared behind him, still covering his mother. He dared not move an inch, even if it hurt from behind every time Ryo threw the dagger deeper. He already knew what kind of lunatic Ryo was when angry, and he would not let his mother take another hit.

All he can do is curse Brandon still not showing up; he can't afford to lose their pitiable image.

“Stop? What is that? Hahaha.”

“I don't understand why you're doing this.”

Sachin said, closing his eyes after another dart sank, stabbing his open wounds from those vases.

“This is a reward for spiking my drinks yesterday. You should be thankful, since I'm not asking for anything in return.”

“Ryo, I don't understand what you're talking about.”

Sachin feigned innocence.

“Oh, really? ” Ryo just doesn't care and throws another dart, making a mess of blood. How he loves the scene.