The White Tiger King knew that it was Mona's fault. The Black Tortoise King was not at fault at all, even though he raised his hand toward her.

However, Mona was his daughter. No father would have been able to watch that happen without doing anything about it.

The White Tiger King and the Black Tiger King's fists collided with dull thuds. Their brows furrowed as both of them stumbled backward from the impact.

It was clear that the blow had not determined a clear winner.

The rage in the Black