Spoiled by Eight Uncles

Harvard was beaten up on the ground. Everyone else at home had gone to work or school.

“Who are you…!” He was shocked and terrified.

Blake smirked, raising his eyebrows. “You got quite a bit of traction off me, I thought you’d recognize me.”

It was only then that Harvard realized that it was Blake. Yes, that was the guy he’d been editing videos of!

“Y-you… It’s illegal to beat people up!” He said in a panic.

Blake thought to himself, Oh, that’s fine. You aren’t scared of anything, why should I be?

A strange fear crept into Harvard’s chest from the sight of Blake’s stance, and his lip began to tremble. “D-don’t go too far! There are cameras around…”

Just as he had finished speaking, he saw a familiar figure walking over. It was his landlord!

Harvard cried out, “Help! Madam, I’m being attacked!”

Gemma had a mug of tea in her hands, and took a hearty sip. “Aah~ tea in the summer really is the best!”

Harvard was speechless.

To think that she was in the mood for tea!

Why are the cameras down? I’m going

she walked right by as if she had not

baffled

The cameras… were down?

waved a hand. “Come on, bring

the men wearing a black shirt made a harsh

not

closed, and Harvard lost

men in black t-shirts and Blake were all crowded in a tiny rented room, making it

Blake raised his head.

in black tapped Harvard’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, we’re nice.

Was… was he

black put on gloves and fetched a chopping knife from the

one held his hand

“You enjoy cutting off your own fingers, don’t you? Cut the

won’t be able to screw around

know why the first thought that came to his head was not

fingers, he’d be able to use his new identity as a disabled person to get some clicks. He could profit on sympathy, that

caught his eye and distracted him. The

of light. The knife landed on the

the kind of person Blake was. If

was just

the ground

at him