These Japanese… truly brazen!
On Great Xia’s territory, they still expected him to conform to their customs.
What a ridiculous farce.
“Baka!”
Tanaka Hiroaki was enraged and tore off his hypocritical mask, pointing at Bai Zihe’s nose and shouting, “Bai Zihe, you Great Xia people are a bunch of pigs!”
“When we are kneeling, you must kneel too!”
“Otherwise…”
“It is blasphemy against our Great He ethnic group!”
After he finished speaking.
His face was already contorted with fury.
The bulging eyeballs shot out a glare, as if he were ready to devour Bai Zihe whole.
“Slap!”
The moment Tanaka Hiroaki finished speaking, Bai Zihe struck like lightning, slapping him so hard that he flew seven or eight meters away, crashing into the railing with a thud.
In an instant, his head was bleeding, a gruesome sight.
Then.
Bai Zihe spoke indifferently, “You like to kneel, I don’t object.”
“After all, from the bottom of your hearts, you exude obsequiousness and sycophancy; it’s a nature ingrained in your bones, one I cannot change, nor am I interested in changing.”
“However, if you demand this of Great Xia people, and spew such arrogant words, then do not blame me for being impolite!”
But Bai Zihe’s taunt undoubtedly enraged all the Japanese.
“How dare you!”
“Bai Zihe, you are courting death!”
“To dare be so presumptuous here, then you shall die.”
The one in the center stood up and strode towards Bai Zihe menacingly.
He was the owner of this manor and the leader of this group of Japanese, Takahashi Ichiryū.
“Bai Zihe…”
Takahashi Ichiryū’s eyes were filled with malice. He walked behind Bai Zihe and pressed his hands onto his shoulders, intending to force Bai Zihe to kneel.
“Today, whether you kneel or not, you will kneel!”
With that, he pressed down with his hands.
“Courting death!”
Bai Zihe snorted coldly and instantly gripped his hands.
Then, with immense force, he flung him forward.
Takahashi Ichiryū was thus caught by his fingers by Bai Zihe and thrown over his shoulder.
Instantly.
All ten fingers snapped, the sounds of bone fracture blending into one.
“Ahhhhhhhhh—!”
Takahashi Ichiryū’s miserable howls seemed to pierce the heavens.
The others, seeing this, immediately charged forward, ready to beat Bai Zihe soundly.
However.
As soon as they reached Bai Zihe, they were each kicked flying, stumbling and bleeding.
“Speak!”
Bai Zihe lost interest in playing with these Japanese. He placed a foot on Takahashi Ichiryū’s neck, gradually applying pressure, “Where have you locked my Second Senior Sister?”
Although Takahashi Ichiryū was struggling to breathe.
He turned out to be a tough bone.
He merely tilted his head, appearing defiant, a contemptuous smile on his face.
“Tough bone?”
Bai Zihe narrowed his starry eyes, which were filled with layers of coldness. “I hope you can remain this tough, and not go soft!”
Pfft!
As the words fell, a golden light entered Takahashi Ichiryū’s abdomen.
“You…”
Takahashi Ichiryū’s face immediately changed drastically, his venomous eyes staring intently at Bai Zihe. “What… what have you done to me?”
Bai Zihe grinned, “You will know soon enough.”
“Ahhhhhhhhh—!”
As soon as he finished speaking.
Takahashi Ichiryū began to convulse all over.
An unbearable itch spread through his entire body, as if countless maggots were crawling; his internal organs felt as if ten thousand ants were gnawing at them…
In the blink of an eye.
His forehead bulged with veins, like earthworms writhing, a terrifying sight.
Fine beads of sweat instantly gathered and condensed, larger than beans, and dripped down one after another.
His eyes also turned blood red in an instant.
“Ugh… ugh…”
After only five seconds, Takahashi Ichiryū felt his body completely drained, his cries becoming hoarse.
Such inhuman torment was truly terrifying.
“A mere trifle.”
A voice, ancient and weathered, echoed.
An old man in a kimono appeared in Bai Zihe’s sight.
He moved like a flash and appeared before Takahashi Ichiryū, tapping him twice on the body.
Takahashi Ichiryū’s complexion instantly improved.
The immense pain within his body gradually subsided and disappeared.
He had easily undone whatever Bai Zihe had done to him.
“Bai Zihe.”
The old man gazed at Bai Zihe. Though his expression was stern, the atmosphere instantly became incredibly oppressive.
The wind stopped.
The light vanished.
It was as if everything had frozen at this moment.
“You killed Okamoto Masao…”
“Today, you will pay the price in blood, utter your last words!”
Bai Zihe sneered incessantly.
He stared at the old man, his killing intent equally potent, and said, “Release my Second Senior Sister now, and all can be salvaged.”
“Otherwise…”
“Every single Japanese here, without exception, will die!”