Look, when you just got a face full of purple bodily secretions you are NOT in the mood to get touched on the shoulder. Especially when you're Mondo Oowada in full-on rage mode. Imputed yakuza or no, there's no time for holding back or even thinking for a goddamn second about who's intruding on your fight.

"Back the fuck off!" he roars once he's pried himself away from Red's face, twisting around to blindly throw a punch at the newcomer to get him off his back. It collides with his abdomen. "This doesn't involve you!"