Slap!
Liio Sheng Hongyi hurled the iPad on the table heavily to the floor.
Always one to emphasize cultivation, he couldn't control the anger that surged straight to his head.
Insult!
This is a blatant insult to the samurai of Karate!
"Bastard, this is provocation, this is an insult and provocation to our Great Sang warriors!"
Even after smashing the iPad, Liio Sheng Hongyi wasn't satisfied and threw documents, tea cups, pen holders, and everything else on the table to the ground in a rage.
The poor little secretary trembled, retreating with hands lowered at a distance.
He was afraid that the furious Liio Sheng Hongyi would vent his anger on him.
Little Okamoto, kneeling on the ground, was puzzled and looked at Liio Sheng Hongyi with a face full of questions.
"Uncle Liio Sheng, what's wrong?"
Liio Sheng Hongyi's teeth gnashed, making a grating sound, as he glared with bloodshot eyes.
"Your Gangzhi Style has done a good deed, utterly disgracing our Great Sang warriors!"
