章 145: Psychological Etymology of Mob Mentality

"You! You're Liboo's man back then?!" Kingbo said in disbelief.

"No…" Tayaw then took off his ski mask.

"It's me, Tayaw. Remember me, uncle?" Tayaw revealed his identity. 

"T-Tayaw. I-t can't be..!" Kingbo's sanity took a hit.

While he tried to deny it, he can see clearly the features of Kilat, the woman he once lusted over, in Tayaw's face. It is also apparent to Kingbo that Tayaw inherited Liboo's athletic figure.

"You should never have touched my family, uncle." Tayaw said as he started the car.

"Tayaw… nephew. For our blood's sake. C-can you let me go this once? I promise I won't tell anyone!" Kingbo said, fear now dawned on him realizing that the grudge is real and personal.

"You ignored our blood once you decided to appear in my father's life again, uncle. Not to mention how you intimidated grandpa to get his tractors, you still dare to mention blood?" Tayaw said through gritted teeth.