Slap!
The crisp sound of a slap startled Lin Bingxuan, who was standing nearby.
Xiao Tian's face was calm as he stared at Fukuyama Akira, but his tone carried a subtle chill, "Are you threatening us?"
Xiao Tian's slap was indeed powerful, leaving a red handprint on Fukuyama Akira's entire face.
"You... you dare to hit me???"
Fukuyama Akira clutched his already flushed face as a sharp pain shot through it, as if someone were stabbing his face with a knife!
He looked at Xiao Tian in disbelief. In Japan, it was always their Shenhe Corporation bullying others; when had they ever been bullied?
At this moment, Fukuyama Akira felt immensely humiliated. His face was full of anger!
Without hesitation, Fukuyama Akira directly pulled out a switchblade from his pocket and thrust it toward Xiao Tian.
"Huaxia people, you're courting death!!!"
Seeing Fukuyama Akira pull a knife, many hotel guests stopped at the door and eagerly watched the spectacle.
