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!

“How strange. Why are the cameras

by as if she had not

was baffled by

The cameras… were down?

hand. “Come on, bring him inside. We’ll have a nice

wearing a black shirt made

not

and Harvard

all crowded in a tiny rented room, making it a bit of a

Blake raised his head.

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

was he going to

in black put on gloves and

held his

coldly. “You enjoy cutting off your own fingers, don’t you? Cut the remaining nine of

way, you won’t be able to screw around for traction

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

he lost all ten of his fingers, he’d be able to use his new identity as a disabled

caught his eye and distracted him. The man in black raised the knife,

withdrew his hands at the speed of light. The knife landed on

kind of person Blake was. If he were to

just

repeatedly, knocking his head onto the ground again

at