With one slap, Chen Feng left Chiva Mushi dazed for a while.
The previously half-sitting Watanabe Taizan, who had been enjoying a massage from a beautiful woman, could no longer stay still either, abruptly standing up.
"You, are you a martial artist too?"
Watanabe Taizan's eyes were sharp, staring at Chen Feng.
"Shouldn't you be concerned about your son whose whereabouts are unknown?"
Chen Feng with a smile on his face, looked at Watanabe Taizan.
"Did you really kill my son?"
Watanabe Taizan's fists clenched tight.
"I killed him and threw him into the river to feed the fish."
Chen Feng replied indifferently.
"Baga!"
Enraged, Watanabe Taizan aimed a punch across an office desk at Chen Feng's face.
This punch was powerful enough to cause a gust of wind, as if the air was going to explode from its pressure.
However, such an attack was, to Chen Feng, as soft and powerless as an infant's punch.
Chen Feng extended his hand and caught Watanabe Taizan's punch effortlessly.
