Chapter 1187. Fierce Fighting (2)
“Stop messing around with these kids and have a go at someone your size, you stinking son of a b*tch!”
Kazuhiro’s glare zeroed in on Bang Jin-Hun strutting toward him. ‘This bastard...?’
The Korean’s aura seemed rather extraordinary.
That face made him look like a senior member of Yakuza. No one would suspect his Korean identity if he got some tattoos and loitered around in Japan’s backstreets. Anyone with eyes would think he was a seasoned Japanese thug!
However, the aura he emitted was... Surprisingly pure.
Kazuhiro couldn’t sense any tainted vibe usually associated with people involved in criminal enterprises from this thug-like Korean.
Should he say this Korean had the face of a villain but the air of a Taoist hermit? Something like that?
Kazuhiro growled menacingly. “Insolent fool! I let you live for a reason, yet you dare offer yourself up to me?”
“What the f*ck are you yapping on about, you Jap punk?”
Bang Jin-Hun, who didn’t speak a lick of Japanese, grumbled unhappily while shaking loose his fists and closing the distance. His demeanor was exactly that of a drunk neighborhood thug looking for a brawl.
Kazuhiro subtly clenched his teeth.
‘This bastard dares to...?!’