Aftermath III

Yuliang was going through his morning exercises when the door to his hospital room slammed open, and an enraged Belmont stormed in to grab him by his collar.

The first punch took him by surprise, but Yuliang intercepted the second and swept his feet under the older man, making his fall on his ass before he could attempt a third. He didn't waste a second before swiftly using his body to pin the older man to the ground.

Yuliang glared daggers into the man's skull. "What the fuck are you doing, Belmont?" he hissed out through gritted teeth, as his face stung in the way it usually did before the formation of an ugly bruise.

Belmont looked up at him, panting, grief-stricken madness in his eyes as he glared right back. "You killed him. You're the reason he died. I saw the footage. How fucking dare you do such a thing after all I've done for you, you bitch!"

Yuliang didn't understand what the man was talking about, but he knew there was no speaking reason with him. Thankfully, the man's sudden entrance had not gone unnoticed, considering it was outside of visiting hours, and a nurse had arrived to check on him.

"Is everything al-"

"Call security!" Yuliang demanded as he struggled to hold the man down.

His muscles were trembling from the strain he was putting them under, still in the process of recovering, and Yuliang did not want to risk actually hurting Belmont by using any Energy, so he pushed through it until Security finally arrived and dragged the spitting and cursing man away.

Sometime later, Yuliang lay collapsed on the bed, remembering a face that vaguely resembled Belmont and screaming.

An uneasy feeling came over him.

Could that have been Belmont's brother?

Was he somehow responsible for his death?