Life Wouldn't Be Easy For This Garbage Anymore

"Argh! W-what are you doing?!"

The man unceremoniously shoved the screaming Takiji to the floor. He fell like a trash bag being dumped into a garbage box.

Takiji gasped out loud. Drowned in panic, his chest heaved up and down. His breathing was unsteady.

"Who... who are you? How dare you treat me like this?!"

Propping one hand on the floor, Takiji looked up at the man standing opposite him. He couldn't see the latter's face, obscured by the dimness of the hotel room. But, the leaking of his menacing aura was enough to scare Takiji further.

The response to Takiji's questions was...

"Argh! D-don't kick! Don't kick me! S-stop!"

Takiji's painful scream did nothing to stop the man from being violent. His feet pointed to the former's back, calves and chest. When he tried to get up, a kick in the stomach sent him flying back to the floor.

"Haa... s-stop... don't hit me..."