A thought suddenly flashed through Yu Haijing's mind, and he instantly went wide-eyed: This is the eighteenth floor!
Other than the open floor-to-ceiling window, there is nowhere else for anyone to enter.
Just how did this domineering and murderous masked person get in?
"Baka, who the hell are you to ruin my good time!" Yamamoto was getting into his filming mode and ready for action when someone abruptly interrupted him, causing him to fly into a rage and curse at Lin Hai.
"Japanese?" A deep disgust flitted across Lin Hai's eyes.
Perhaps because he was once a passionate special forces soldier, Lin Hai harbored a deep-seated loathing in his bones for these invaders of his motherland, Huaxia.
"Baka, how dare you insult the Yamato Race, I will kill you." Yamamoto shouted furiously as he charged in with surprising speed, far exceeding that of an ordinary person.
"You're, regardless whose, dead la dead la........."
