A porcelain plate flew into the wall, breaking into many small fragments. Hanma, wiping the sweat from his face from anger and alcohol intoxication, roared, breaking the silence of the night.

I ask you again, WHO WRITES TO YOU? WHO ARE YOU HIDING UNDER THE NICKNAME "KIYOMI MANICURE"?

He was in a terrible rage. His partner didn't seem to do anything wrong. But because of his personality, Hanma was jealous over such little things. He smiled wryly, leaning both hands on the table

I’ll find out anyway... This is your lover, right? Your lover, it can’t be otherwise... he yelled again I WILL KILL THIS BASTARD WITH MY BARE HANDS!