Su Han strolled leisurely as if he were walking in his own backyard garden, appearing very casual, even though this was Old Seven's territory, he didn't care in the slightest.
He glared at Okamoto Shimizu, seeing him dressed in samurai attire, a flash of disgust passed through his eyes.
Towards these so-called samurai of the Island Nation, he had never had a good impression, not just because of historical reasons but also because their supposed Martial Arts spirit was fundamentally twisted thinking.
Seeing Su Han and his group actually follow up to their home, Old Seven felt like his lungs were about to explode with anger, yet when he thought of Su Han's skill, his heart sank violently!
"What exactly do you want to do!" Old Seven roared angrily, sitting there, shifting his buttocks, looking somewhat restless.
Even with Mr. Shimizu here, he still felt a lack of confidence in his heart.
