Yamamoto Kouta did not speak, but a young Islander man around twenty-five or twenty-six years old standing to the left of Yamamoto Kouta did, speaking in not-so-fluent Huaxia language, "What my master means is, as long as your National Arts Gym obediently closes its doors today, my master can spare you. Otherwise, it's still you who will end up losing face."
This twenty-five or twenty-six-year-old Islander man was named Aoki Hisaaki, the most outstanding disciple of Yamamoto Kouta.
As soon as Aoki Hisaaki spoke, the faces of all the Huaxia Country people present changed. Can the Islanders be so arrogant? To look down on Huaxia people to such an extent? For a moment, it aroused the anger of many Huaxia people, including Lin Yujia and Su Qingyang standing beside Ye Chenfeng.
"What is this guy? He is just a disciple of Yamamoto Kouta; I, Su Qingyang, can take care of him," said Su Qingyang, his face full of indignation, almost rushing up to confront Aoki Hisaaki on the spot.
