Here is the translated text:
"If you can't even speak Mandarin properly, how do you communicate with Chao Li?" Wen Renche gave the other person a look-over, his tone vague as he raised an eyebrow. "Do you use dog language?"
"That's a good point." Yu Zhi laughed all the more gleefully.
She glanced at the gleaming, moonlit bald head, shaking her head in mock pity. "So young, and already bald."
Their blatant ridicule left Sato Hiroki's hands trembling with rage, his slightly twitching mustache betraying his fury.
He drew his katana, the blade reflecting a faint gleam as its tip pointed straight at Wen Renche. "You. Duel me."
Wen Renche sneered. "Why should I?"
He really couldn't comprehend the mentality of these Japanese people. It seemed like, no matter the situation, they always needed to fight it out first.
They didn't even stop to think about whether a bullet was faster—or their katana.
"If you win, I'll tell you where Chao Li is."
