******“I thought you had forgotten about me so quickly.”That single sentence from Glenn directly seized every spine in the vicinity, making the crowd freeze.Breaker’s reaction was even worse… icy sweat exploded across his back, soaking him instantly.He didn’t dare lift his head. Instead, he trembled and let out a tiny, shame-filled sob.He cursed himself and cursed his own arrogance, knowing that if he hadn’t been so aloof… so proud… and so eager to intimidate… he would have noticed Glenn sooner.He would have asked questions and would have sensed doom staring him in the face.But now… he could only accept the disaster he had crafted with his own hands.With trembling lips, Breaker took a deep, shaky breath. Then he spoke, his voice scraping out of his throat like rusted metal.“Sir… I… I swear, I had no idea it was you.”His voice almost broke into a sob, but Glenn simply rolled his eyes… a tiny gesture loaded with dry, dismissive humor.“That isn’t any of my concern.”

******The same men whose eyes once gleamed with excitement whenever the Young Master so much as glanced their way… men who used to jostle for his approval and hungry for his praise, were now dropping their gazes as if his very existence burned their retinas.They didn’t just avoid eye contact… they recoiled and turned away as though he had become a plague they didn’t want to risk catching.The rejection hit him harder than any slap Breaker had delivered.These were the men who once bragged about dying for him, the same men who paraded around claiming his name gave them purpose, and the ones who always shouted the loudest whenever he demanded violence.Yet now, in his moment of ruin, they shrank away like rats abandoning a flaming ship.It was unbearable, humiliating, and enough to make his lungs feel too small for his chest.Soon, his vision wavered, dark spots dancing at its edges as another wave of shame surged up, choking him. He nearly passed out again.But before he coul

******“Your punishment,” Glenn continued, his voice level and disturbingly unhurried, while his gaze remained as lazy as before, appearing incredibly nonchalant and composed as before. “for not learning your lesson… and theirs, for preying on the weak and tormenting people, is to go to Auntie Matilda’s restaurant and work there as ‘volunteers’ from now on.”He didn’t raise his voice, didn’t look angry, and didn’t even look mildly inconvenienced. He simply declared their fate as if reading it from a grocery list.“Also… I don’t care how you get the money or what you do, but all of you are to repair everything broken in Auntie Matilda’s res...”He suddenly paused, his brows drawing together slightly, as though something about his own words didn’t sit right.Then realization slid across his features.“No… the restaurant had been destroyed beyond what repairing could be effective,” he muttered as though speaking to himself.Then he made up his mind, and without further hesitation,

******Bang!Red’s fist slammed med into his jaw with the kind of force that echoed through the entire street, the impact alone snapping the Young Master’s head sideways, shutting down his rambling mid-breath.And Red didn’t even pause.Instead, she descended on him like vengeance in human form, her fists blurring, and her blows falling so quickly that they sounded like rain pounding against a tin roof.She used him as though he were nothing more than a training sandbag… something to punch, and something to empty years of pent-up agony, pain, anger, hatred, and regret into.“Arghhhh!!!” Earth-shattering, guttural, bloodcurdling, and miserable cries erupted from the young master, but Red didn’t stop.Each of her strikes landed with such vicious satisfaction that the entire street fell into a stunned silence.People turned pale, and some recoiled, others wincing with every impact.Even Glenn… unmoved by almost everything, couldn’t help but feel a faint chill ease down his spine

******Glenn had long left the scene, completely oblivious to the fact that he had just been promoted from “the kid who doesn’t know what’s good for him,” “a shameless, spineless brat who stands behind his woman,” and “an arrogant fool pretending to be tough,” to “the divine protector whose statue must reach the clouds.”He had no clue about the wildly exaggerated stories, the worshipful praise, or the fact that his face was about to be immortalized in stone. If he knew, he would’ve panicked, begged, have no idea whether to cry or laugh, and possibly run away from the community altogether, never to step there again.But he didn’t know.Right now, Glenn simply sat in the backseat of a taxi, his eyes half-lidded, staring out the window with a faint sigh… miles away from the pandemonium he had unknowingly created.“Never would I have thought I would spend so long at Auntie Matilda’s restaurant,” he muttered under his breath, sounding more drained than heroic.It was supposed to be