The young man was momentarily stunned, thinking he had misheard something, but the subsequent barrage of words tied him down, shattering his hopes completely.
Demand, all they do is demand.
He had to help them, had to help them unconditionally.
In their eyes, it seemed like that was what he should do.
But his title of "big brother" was nothing more than a childhood nickname given by some village playmates; he couldn't just listen and decide. He never received even a copper coin from them, let alone any benefits; instead, he often had to clean up their messes.
Originally, it wouldn't have mattered if everyone parted ways amicably; breaking his own ring to share had already been more than generous. Yet, these words once more enraged him.
This gun held a special significance for him, not to mention the humiliation he had endured.
