The newcomer was a man in sunglasses with slicked-back hair, wearing a trench coat and swaggering with the gait of a big brother. Though he had come alone, he carried himself with overwhelming presence. It was a tribute to Little Ma, Wong Yun Fat.
Master Asia stood with his hands behind his back, his hawk-like eyes fixed on the newcomer. Only when Wong Yun Fat reached him did Master Asia give a slight nod and say leisurely, "You came."
Little Ma, Wong Yun Fat, kept both hands in his trouser pockets and nodded slightly. "I came."
Master Asia sighed. "You shouldn't have come."
Wong Yun Fat gave a wicked grin. "But I came anyway."
Master Asia raised his left hand. "Since you've come, don't leave."
"If I want to leave, you can't stop me." Wong Yun Fat shook his head slightly, his gaze locked onto Master Asia. "I knew you weren't someone I could rely on. Did you think I hadn't guarded against you?"
Master Asia shook his head. "That only applies to you, because I never intended to help you realize your ambition of ruling the Earth. No matter what precautions you have taken, they are useless now. Today, you must die here."
"For this Earth, for this world, the Devil Gundam must be destroyed!"
The two stood face-to-face. It seemed as though a fierce gale had swept through the base under the pressure of their auras, while their gazes collided like thunder and fire, crackling and flashing.
That was admittedly an exaggerated description, though the actual situation was not far off. After exchanging only a few sentences, the two became shadows too swift for the naked eye to follow and tangled in combat.
Every collision of fist and foot produced an earsplitting blast within the base. With Master