"What do you propose we do?" Lin Chuan asked.
"I have no idea," Qingzi said as she clung to Lin Chuan's arm. "I'm just a weak woman; you have to help me."
At this moment, several men immediately blocked the way for Lin Chuan and Qingzi in the alley.
"Hey, Kasa-wa, nani mono da (hey boy, what's your name?)" The leader, a man in a leather jacket, had his sleeves cut off into strips, giving him a distinctive look with incomprehensible dense tattoos on his arms. He stepped forward, looking disdainfully at Lin Chuan.
Lin Chuan sneered and responded in fluent Japanese, "My name isn't something you can just ask for."
"Hey, how interesting," the man laughed. "I fancy this woman. Leave her behind and you can buzz off."
After he spoke, the men behind him immediately brandished their daggers and machetes, staring menacingly at Lin Chuan.
Ha ha...
