章 175: Circus of Lies [2]

For a moment, Azriel's mind went blank.

No thoughts. No sound.

Nothing.

And then…

"You bastard!"

Azriel lunged at his future self, toppling him into the snow. The freezing cold engulfed them as Azriel pinned him down.

He glared into the face of the man who smiled like a madman, that crooked grin still mocking him. Azriel's fist curled tightly as he raised it high—ready to strike.

But then… he froze.

"Agh..!"

His fist stopped, trembling, just inches from the bastard's face.

"Huh?"

His future self blinked, genuinely confused, as Azriel gritted his teeth. Snow clung to their bodies, but Azriel's fist hovered in place, shaking with restrained fury.

Then, with a frustrated growl, Azriel drove his fist into the snow beside him.

"Dammit!" he shouted.