The War Elephant Gnashes Its Tusks, and the God Shoots an Arrow

The corner of Kyokushin Genichi's mouth twitched a few times, and the corner of his eyes revealed an extremely faint smile. It was like he was both approving of yet also looking down upon Qin Fen.

His subordinate was right behind him, slowly walking into the room.

"Did you bring money this time, fat pig?"

Zha Can, who had been refined and courteous all this time, suddenly opened his mouth and spoke these words, startling everyone. He had actually called Okamoto Takeshi a fat pig in such a public setting? This was truly the most undisguised challenge of all.

"Impolite trash, what did you say?"

Okamoto Takeshi's expression darkened. With his hundred and eighty centimeters or so height, he towered and looked down upon Zha Can. The flesh of his entire body was gently throbbing.