Su Han strolled leisurely, as if walking into his own backyard garden. Even though this was Lao Qi's territory, he showed no concern.
He fixed his gaze on Okamoto Shimizu, noting his samurai attire with a hint of disdain in his eyes.
He had never had a good impression of these so-called samurai from the island nation. It wasn't just because of historical reasons but also due to their distorted concept of the martial spirit.
Su Han and his group daring to show up at his doorstep made Lao Qi feel as if his lungs would burst with rage. However, remembering Su Han's prowess, his heart sank.
"What do you want?" Lao Qi roared.
Even with Shimizu present, he felt no reassurance.
Okamoto Haoyong, despite being a top-tier expert, was unable to withstand even a single punch.
In front of Su Han, he seemed like a commoner without the power to fight back.