"Of course, Song Yun is a person of status," they noted. "Did you not see how Tom, the responsible manager of Dunhuang Hotel, was all respectful in front of him? They say America is the godfather of the Eastern Country, and even their godfather dares not breathe heavily in his presence. So why should he bark like a dog here?"
And speaking of doing reprehensible deeds, you shouldn't get your own hands dirty. When he had entered, he saw a black shepherd tied up across from the bun vendor. When it's all over, he would drag it over to let it vent as much as it needed, saving it the embarrassment of sniffing at female dogs thereafter.
Hattori hooked the fallen RB knife with his foot, then slightly bent his left leg, leaning his body forward, just like a runner at the start of a race.
The long sword was held under his crotch, the tip of the blade forming a 90-degree angle with the ground.
