Chapter 54 Facts? Screw facts!
Budney clearly didn't know the truth about the two of them, yet every word he uttered landed precisely on the facts.
The man, who had been so arrogant just moments before, instantly turned grim. The malice hidden beneath his cheerful and outgoing personality now burned like steam, stinging Budney, who was closest to him.
His body involuntarily retreated, but the next second, the man's hand appeared on his neck. It felt like the other man wasn't using much force, but Budney's neck was gripped tightly, like an unfortunate prey caught by a hunter, and he was imprisoned on the tree trunk.
Byrne's face was so dark it could blend into the darkness of the forest where no light could reach, yet Budney could fully sense his anger.
"Who do you think you are, daring to criticize me?" His deep voice was filled with murderous intent.
“I was right, wasn’t I?” Budney laughed without flinching. “You know the problem yourself, Mr. Byrne.”
“Hart is blind, and he also has some terminal illnesses that ordinary doctors can’t treat, as you said. He has to rely on others to live, and you, as his older brother, have become his only support.”
"But you took advantage of this privilege, took advantage of his naivety and blindness to deceive him, to tempt him, to make him cross the line of brotherhood with you, and then you came back to him and said that you are brothers and inseparable, which is normal behavior."
Budney took a deep breath and chuckled, “But what if he could see? What if he had a choice? What if he could access everyone else besides you? Do you think he would still choose you? Bye… um…”
Buster then tightened his grip on Buster's neck, his body leaning forward, his gloomy face illuminated by the moonlight filtering through the trees.
But it only illuminated half of his face, leaving the other half hidden in shadow, like a bloodthirsty demon, terrifying beyond belief.
"Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?" he whispered.
Budney was now struggling to breathe, his face flushed red. But in the battles of male competition, death was commonplace, and he was never afraid.
He went even further, mocking him, "Even if you kill... me... you can't change... these facts..."
fact?
Screw those facts!
Buster really wanted to just snap the fox-orc's neck and throw his head into the fire to burn!
He believed that everything Budney said was wrong! They weren't even brothers! He was using their blood relationship to foster a closer bond!
However, he couldn't deny the underlying logic behind those words, because he had indeed taken advantage of Reinhardt's naivety and obedience.
The ignorant children of the gods may not understand what emotion or love is, or even be able to clearly distinguish between liking and disliking.
But... he didn't resist!
Reinhardt wasn't stupid. Although he didn't understand, it didn't mean he would allow others to bully him like this. Just like the fading divine consciousness at the peninsula docks said, no one could insult him if he didn't want to.
He even licked it and ate it, and Reinhardt, aside from shedding tears, didn't really try to push him away! Doesn't that mean Reinhardt was actually willing?!
The Storm Leader, with his bandit-like mentality, seemed to have given himself a calming injection. He quickly regained his composure and realized that the fox-orc was about to die at his hands.
With a cold face, Buster threw the man to the ground, watching his limp body roll a few times before he gasped for air and struggled to get up. Buster sneered, "You have no chance to covet him."
"Cough cough cough... I admit I can't beat you." The fox-orc sneered, "But he's not a beast, much less... cough cough, a female beast that wins a duel between males, cough cough, and whoever wins gets the right to choose a mate."
If it were truly a beast, he might give up.
But Hart is human. Humans, with their complex and varied emotions, sometimes choose their ideal partner not based on the resources or abilities the other person possesses.
Therefore, he believed he still had a chance...
"Cough cough cough... Just kidding." Budney rolled over, propped himself up on his elbows, and suddenly laughed again, as if he had guessed that Byrne had the same thought as him.
As long as you're alive, there's still a chance; a head-on confrontation won't do you any good. Having figured this out, for the sake of his own life, he won't go around provoking others for the time being.
But he knew very well that Byrne had taken his words to heart.
That's enough. You can potentially gain something from any approach to instigate a relationship.
Buster ultimately did not kill him.
The Storm Leader scoffed at the idea of killing someone over a romantic entanglement—such a lowly act. Yet, anger still raged within him, like boiling magma in a volcano, causing him immense inner turmoil.
The outward manifestation of this was that after he returned to his position, he deliberately gave Reinhardt a big, hard kiss in front of Budney!
With a 'splat' sound, Budney turned his head away with a complicated expression, took out the medicine for treating his wounds and gulped it down, no longer looking at this childish man.
Reinhardt, still half asleep, groggily tilted his head back, not understanding what was happening.
He instinctively moved closer to that familiar scent, and the fluffy blond kitten nestled into the latter's arms amidst Budney's peripheral vision and Buster's barely concealed anger.
To be honest, even if a meteorite were to hit Earth right now, people would have to detour to avoid this action. Buster is like a tamed beast; if Reinhardt twitches his eyelashes, he would kneel down and surrender.
...
Buster naturally pulled the blond little potato into his arms, silently placing another kiss on his forehead while simultaneously intimidating the fox-orc with his eyes. He coldly covered Reinhardt completely with his cloak, like a dog guarding its food.
Nothing was said that night.
The teammates, now fully awake the next day, didn't notice anything unusual, but their keen observation led some of them to notice the tense atmosphere between Budney and Byrne.
After all, Budney is known for his good temper in the team, and his differential treatment has a surprisingly good effect.
Not only did their teammates sense the unusual interaction between the two, but Reinhardt, who was blind, also keenly noticed Buster's displeasure.
The Storm Leader doesn't speak or act obnoxious, but occasionally he'll sneak in a kiss, which is very strange.
Fortunately, this atmosphere didn't last long; a common enemy appeared before them even before any conflict. Led by teammates who knew the way, they climbed to the top of the mountain and successfully stood on the thorny path leading to the dragon's palace.
We had to be quick. The thorns here were alive; they would swarm around anything that sensed life approaching. So the captain suggested using the aircraft to rush directly to the castle gate.
However, using the flying vehicles would inevitably alert the dragons, so the battle began as soon as they took out their flying vehicles.
"Take good care of your younger brother." Don't let him affect the team, and don't let him hold them back. That's what the captain said off-screen.
Before Buster could speak, Budney added with a smile, "I can take care of it too."
The Storm Leader chuckled.
He glanced coldly at the handsome fox-orc and slowly spoke under everyone's gaze.
“My patience has its limits, Budney, and it won’t necessarily be longer than your neck.”
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Author's note: Storm Leader: My patience has its limits. Provoke me again and I'll break your neck.
Madonna: Why don't you change your name to Broken Defense?
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Don't worry, it won't be just one puncture of the lung tube. [Okay]
(Gets beaten)
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