"You psychopathic bastard, say! Who are you? Why are you pretending to be my uncle? What are you going to do with my family? The black-haired man's mouth was full of hatred, and he cursed, slamming the sturdy baseball bat into the man in front of him.

"Ah, I can explain"

Frank quickly dodged the fatal blow with his remarkable reflexes. The baseball bat smashed into the cabinet with a roar and a furious momentum, instantly destroying the cabinet to a twisted twist, and various tools and parts on the cabinet fell one after another, making a piercing crashing sound.

Wrenches, screwdrivers, nails and other tools smashed to the ground, making a chaotic sound, as if it were an explosion on the battlefield. Sawdust splashed everywhere and splashed sparks bloomed in the air, adding a dangerous atmosphere to the room.

Young Frank is carried away by the rage, and he constantly wields a baseball bat in an attempt to knock out this guy who is pretending to be his Uncle Frank. However, Frank's extra years of combat experience made him feel at home, and he nimbly dodged each attack while shouting in an attempt to de-escalate the conflict:

"Listen to me, I'm here to help!"

"Do I look like I need help?!"

Fortunately, Frank's words only angered the younger version of him, and he simply threw down the tattered baseball bat in his hand and yelled at him, and the two immediately fell into a complete hand-to-hand fight.

"You"

Before he finished speaking, he heard a muffled bang, and the black-haired man's fist slammed into Frank's face, throwing the latter's head back, and Frank felt a sharp pain, but he didn't stop, and immediately returned the punch with a backhand to his younger self.

Young Frank didn't expect his opponent to be so tough, and a bright red arc appeared on his face.

The Punisher spat and landed on the ground, with some blood stains in it, and he assumed a position ready to punch, locked his eyes on his alternate self who had come to his senses, and shouted:

"I know you're a heavy drinker and worry about whether there's something wrong with your brain. Then I'm going to tell you, you guessed right! ”

As these words fell, old Frank kicked hard between the young Frank's legs.

"Whew-" The latter immediately let out a painful groan, his face turned blue and purple, and he bent over his crotch and fell to his knees, looking in unbearable pain.

Frank stood aside, staring at it all with a cold gaze.

It wasn't enough of a small victory to satisfy him, and he wasn't here to fight his younger version of himself.

"You'd rather beat someone into a mess with a submachine gun or slit someone's throat with a knife than accompany your family!"

This sentence stabbed young Frank into the depths of his heart like a sharp knife, and his eyes instantly widened in disbelief, because the accusation was so accurate, revealing the dark side of his heart. This harrowing truth struck him in the soul and left him at a loss as to how to respond.

He was indeed a dear to his family.

But soon young Frank reacted, who did this damn 'Uncle Fledo' think he was? Dare to run to your own home to point fingers?

"You know!" The black-haired man's voice was hoarse and angry, and he bounced forward despite the nosebleed, and it seemed that the kick had not hurt him.

"In a sense" Frank deftly dodged the oncoming angry man, and then slammed his elbow into the opponent, this surprise made the black-haired man take a certain shock, his body staggered, and he almost lost his balance.

"I know yourself better than you do, and you have to let someone else help you out of this state." Frank's words were sonorous, and then he held out his hand to his younger self:

"You have to do it before you regret it, before it's irreparable."

"I don't care."

Young Frank let out a low roar, as if trying to suppress the chaos in his heart. He coughed, as if he was feeling unwell, but then he narrowed his eyes and suddenly smashed a wrench behind him with force.

Old Frank subconsciously dodged the wrench's attack, but the young man immediately seized the opportunity, pounced on him, grabbed his head, and slammed it into the wall.

"Boom-"

The Punisher's head slammed against the wall, and the pain was instantaneous, blurring his vision, but he still struggled to stay awake.

It seems that the torment in his young self is far deeper than what he has seen.

The huge force of the impact made the entire garage shake for a moment, and the various tools and debris in the garage made a slight shaking sound. This sudden movement aroused the curiosity of Maria in the kitchen across the wall.

As she opened the refrigerator door and pulled out a bottle of milk, she raised her hand and shouted curiously, "Frank, what are you doing in the warehouse with Uncle Fledo?" Are you alright? ”

"Honey, I'm fine!" "Honey, I'm fine!" The two Franks subconsciously shouted in unison, responding to Maria's concern.

"Huh?"

Young Frank paused, then looked at 'Uncle Fledo' in disbelief, what did this shameless old thing call his wife a dear?

Old Frank was also visibly stunned for a moment, he had often been called out like this by his own Maria a long time ago, and when he heard a familiar voice just now, he almost forgot that his own Maria was dead.

Either way, he wasn't going to waste this good opportunity to regain the initiative, and before the young Frank could come to his senses, the Punisher slammed an old punch into his jaw, causing him to lose his balance and fall backwards in an instant.

Then, old Frank seized the opportunity mercilessly, slamming his younger self to the floor with a dull thud.

Dust and debris flew off the floor, and the black-haired man groaned in pain and felt the pain in his body.

"Stop moving, for the good of both of us."

Spat on the ground again, the Punisher stepped on his back and cursed sideways, pulled out a somewhat worn-out photograph from his pocket, and held it in front of Frank's eyes.

The latter's eyes widened instantly, and he looked at the photo in disbelief, and an indescribable emotion welled up in his heart.

The photo shows a family photo, and that was many years ago. Young Frank can clearly see the people in the photo: a younger Frank, a woman with a big smile, and a baby in his arms, they are a family, happy and warm.

His throat choked and his eyes began to moisten. The photo brings back his distant memories of a good time he should have had, but he rushed into the army after the birth of his first child.

He had kept that picture all along, and he had never shown it to anyone in his wallet, and he was pretty sure he had double-starred while drinking today, so why was he on this 'Uncle Fledo' now?

"Who are you?"

The dark-haired man's voice trembled and stopped resisting.

(End of chapter)