"Huff! Huff!" Ge Dongxu's kicks had acted as a great relief for Matsukawa Nozomu, who was now gasping for air, taking deep breaths.
"Mr. Matsukawa Nozomu, I think we can now have a proper discussion about the big trouble," Ge Dongxu said to Matsukawa Nozomu in a gentle and amiable tone.
But to Matsukawa Nozomu's ears, that voice sounded like it was coming from a demon in Hell, scaring him so much that he immediately rolled and scrambled up from the ground, placed his hands on his thighs, and repeatedly bowed at ninety degrees to Ge Dongxu.
"Spare my life, sir! Spare my life!"
"Spare your life? Why should I spare you? You Japanese are deceitful and shameless. If I let you go, wouldn't I just be creating trouble for myself? I don't like to drag things out or leave loose ends when I do something," Ge Dongxu slowly asked, looking at Matsukawa Nozomu.
