The Invincible Idol

Dale glanced at Cabin, who was squatting and holding up the phone for him. Cabin, dressed in what looked like a server's uniform, was smiling as if he didn't have a care in the world. Despite being quick and efficient in the earlier fight, Cabin hadn't been overly brutal—no one had bled.

The atmosphere in the room felt almost playful, yet his uncle had been so frightened.

Dale had seen his uncle fight before. It had been over a similar issue where Dale had gotten into trouble with...