Liio Sheng Hongyi silently lowered his head, his mouth bitter.
The Liu Zhengxiang incident, from a small personal grudge to now involving higher-level figures, was not something a small Liio Sheng Hongyi could decide.
Liio Sheng Hongyi helplessly lifted his head, looking at Yang Fei.
"Sir Strong, to be honest, I cannot make decisions on this matter. If you insist on killing the Karate disciples to avenge the deceased, we will not resist."
Yang Fei flared up in anger, his fingers gripping Sato Taka's throat tightly: "Do you think I won't dare?"
Sato Taka struggled to breathe, his limbs flailing in the air, like a chicken caught by a bear.
His facial muscles twitched uncontrollably due to fear and pain, making strange noises from his throat.
Liio Sheng Hongyi couldn't help but feel sorry for Sato Taka, a renowned Grandmaster of Martial Arts, yet completely powerless under Yang Fei's grip.
