SLAP!
At that moment, Yang Wucheng strode forward and slapped Inoue Kenta viciously across the face. The sound was sharp and piercingly loud.
"You beast! You're an absolute beast!" Yang Wucheng's eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was thick with fury. His entire body shook violently.
PTUI!
Inoue Kenta spat a mouthful of bloody saliva onto the ground. He then turned his head and burst into loud laughter. "Yang Wucheng, have you gone mad? Did you really think I liked Yang Ruotong? Idiot! I'm a spy. My goal is to control the East Sea. I want your secrets. Did you really think I would give up my mission and my responsibilities for a woman?!"
Inoue Kenta laughed manically, his face twisting into a ferocious expression.
Seeing this, Yang Wucheng's expression hardened. He backhanded Inoue Kenta across the face again. "You really deserve to die!" Yang Wucheng hissed through clenched teeth, his gaze filled with killing intent, as if he wanted to finish him off right then and there.
