"Look, I kindly and reasonably reminded you, yet you wouldn't listen," Ge Dongxu shook his head at Kimura Dairo, resentment in his tone as if hating iron for not becoming steel, then looked at the others and asked, "Do you all share the same thoughts as Muraki Taro?"
"Exactly, damned Huaxia man, you better now...," the short Japanese man who initially sat next to Ge Dongxu not only nodded along with the others but also spoke with a fierce expression and a contemptuous look in his eyes.
"Slap! Slap!" However, before the short Japanese man could finish his sentence, his neck was already clasped by a cold, hard hand like iron tongs, and his face was harshly slapped twice.
Seeing this, everyone else tried to rush over, but Ge Dongxu merely extended his other hand, casually seized each one as they came, and flung them into the aisle.
