Seeing Wang Xiaoqiang humiliate that detestable woman, Li Fengjiao, and the man from Japan so thoroughly that they couldn't show their faces, he felt exhilarated. Yet, he watched Wang Xiaoqiang in amazement, never expecting Wang Xiaoqiang to be so formidable with his words.
Asou Taro had never been humiliated like this. His face turned pale with anger as he pointed at Wang Xiaoqiang and said, "Kid, you've got guts, let's wait and see. We'll find out who ends up kneeling and singing the national anthem once we're in Japan."
"Exactly, Lord Asou, don't bother with him. He's just a lowlife. You're way out of his league to even consider clashing with him," Li Fengjiao tried to console Tanimoto Ichiro's face.
Tanimoto Ichiro pushed away Li Fengjiao's hand forcefully, swept a fierce glance at Qiao Hui, then gave Wang Xiaoqiang a sinister look, vowing inwardly, "Kid, once we're in Japan, I'm going to have my way with your woman right before your eyes... "
