"You…little…bastard…"

Leighton finally felt terrified. Someone like him knew little shame—so what if he was called a few names? He could still continue to act like a public figure and judge on the internet, and earn money from all the tragedies.

However, if Harvey recorded everything he said just now and put it on the internet, he would become a publicly hated traitor. And then, he would lose all value. Even the Islanders wouldn't want to use him anymore.

The moment that thought entered his mind, Leighton pointed at Harvey and roared, "Take… Take him down, Mr. Shingen! You can't let him leave here alive!"

"Shingen," Harvey said, not wanting to give Leighton any more attention. "I didn't expect a dog you keep can order you around. As the scion of the Shinto Way, you aren't respected at all. Since you've lost your honor, are you going to do what your tradition demands of you and kill yourself?"

Shingen narrowed his eyes when he heard those words. Rather than losing himself to anger