The man sat cross-legged, tall and thin, and merely nodded slightly, his nose adorned with a black mustache, which made him look quite comical.
"Okamoto, even if the opponent is weak, take it seriously. This is the spirit of Martial Arts!" the man snorted.
Okamoto Haoyong smacked his lips, unconcerned, "Understood, any Tom, Dick, or Harry, I'll just squash them."
He shifted his body, like a small mountain, other than that tool car's rear bucket, there really wasn't any vehicle that could accommodate him.
Okamoto Haoyong got into the car, and the whole vehicle sank considerably.
Only then did Lao Qi wave his hand, his face full of arrogance, "Go! Let's take Tianhai into our pocket!"
Such a large territory, if it could be taken into his own pocket, that would be a good thing, not to mention the industries left by the Wu Family which he had spent much effort on.
