Chapter 52 - F*ck Your Mother (1/2)

The two old men smiled wryly, and the younger of the two said with a sigh, “Kid, live and let live. Don’t burn your bridges. Otherwise…”

Before he could finish speaking, the blondie squeezed out a clump of mucus from his nose and flung it onto the two of them. The two of them shuddered at such treatment. They had never been so humiliated in their entire lives!

“I can’t stand people like you! You look so self-righteous and intellectual with your glasses and all! Priding yourself on your seniority! Ptooey!” the hooligan snorted. He looked down on the two of them and taunted, “Let me tell you, the apocalypse is here! Society as you knew it doesn’t exist anymore! Only physical strength matters now! Whoever has physical might is Boss!”

The more he talked, the more agitated he got. The hooligan started swinging his fists as he spoke, his spit flying about in the air!

But the old men didn’t appear to agree with his opinion or show any fear of him, despite what he had said. On the contrary, they seemed to be looking at him with a little pity in their eyes.

“F*cking hell! Don’t you look at me like that!” Blondie was perturbed by the look in their eyes. He glared at them and shouted furiously, “Stop f*cking staring at me as if you feel sorry for me! You better believe that I’ll punch your heads in! I don’t need your f*cking pity!”

Blondie sent a flying kick in their direction. One of the men fell to the ground. He placed his hand over his stomach and groaned in pain.

An expression of vindictive pleasure appeared on Blondie’s face. Yes! That’s right! They deserved it! That was the only way his anger could be placated!

The more he thought about it, the more it made sense to him. He picked up the broom and used it to whack the face of the man lying on the ground.

Blondie appeared to be only sixteen or seventeen years of age, stuck in a rebellious phase, not unlike other teenagers around his age. His brutish ways were perhaps an indication of his lowlife status in society…

As for the old men, they looked like civilized and dignified individuals who were on the verge of retirement. Who would have thought that, instead of enjoying their retirement, they would be subjected to such abuse by hooligans?

The other old man said to Blondie, “Stop hitting us. Who is going to catch fish for you guys if you beat us to death? You guys are going to end up starving!”

“Godd*mnit. Are you guys threatening me right now? F*ck it! I’m not just going to beat you up, I’m going to beat you guys up real good!” Blondie was now utterly furious. His fist was raised and was about to make contact with the old man’s body.

Blondie sneered. “F*ck you, old men. I hate people like you. If it hadn’t been for the b*stardly school principal who wouldn’t let me graduate from high school, would I have ended up like this? But it’s okay now. The apocalypse is here. I can finally show you what I’m made of. You guys are going to rue the day you were born!”

There was a vile smirk on Blondie’s face as he eyed the innocent old men before him, who at the moment represented everything he hated, everything that was to blame for his downfall. He was ready to rain punches on their stomachs, but he never got the chance.

Bang! There was a loud crash!

Blondie cried out in pain as he was thrown toward the entrance of the warehouse! Having difficulty getting up, he looked up angrily, only to see the silhouette of a man standing next to the old men.