He is back!

"Tuchiken here is a hundred Kojin; give it to that broke mother of yours, hahaha!"

"Tuchiken why don't you kneel and beg for messy, maybe I will lend you some Kojin."

"Hahaha! Pathetic loser, this is where you belong! Underneath my feet."

Aimi's past words to Lucien echoed in her mind like a haunting melody. She recalled how she had ridiculed both him and his mother.

Now, as Lucien's grip on her neck tightened, she felt her vision begin to blur.

Just as all hope seemed lost, a loud voice boomed from the edge of the ravaged flower garden. "Get away from my sister, you lowlife!"

Lucien's eyes narrowed, searching for the source of the voice. However, he suddenly felt a stinging pain in his hand, and his forearm flew through the air, spraying blood everywhere.

'How?'

Lucien's thoughts raced, as he caught his forearm and used his Magetsu Tama to stitch it back on.