"Hey, Old Zhang, what kind of look is that...? And do you know something about Utsunomiya Taro? Why don't you seem surprised at all?"
Cao Kun swallowed, shoved his hands into his pockets, and asked Zhang Zuolin.
Zhang Zuolin put on a sorrowful, compassionate expression, though he could not hide the smug, sleazy grin on his face. With no small amount of gloating, he said,
"Damn it, Old Cao, stop struggling. It's useless. Take the scroll out of your pocket, and let's have a nice heart-to-heart talk."
Zhang Zuolin's words made Cao Kun's face freeze. He then said in disbelief,
"Fine, fine! I never thought even you would become a traitor! We could understand that you used to be close to Japan, and we all believed you would only cheat them out of benefits rather than actually help them. But this time, why..."
As Cao Kun spoke, his expression grew increasingly ugly, because he discovered that both his hands had completely lost control, as if they had been utterly immobilized!
All the backup measures he had prepared had been for nothing!
"Damn it, is that the kind of man you think I am? I may be a little greedy sometimes, but I never waver when it comes to major matters of right and wrong. Becoming a traitor would leave me cursed for all eternity. I've always believed in Winning Hearts Through Virtue!"
After spitting, Zhang Zuolin turned around and punched Utsunomiya Taro in the face, making his nose bleed heavily.
"Bastard!"
Utsunomiya Taro flew into a rage after being punched for no reason. Yet that furious expression gradually calmed. After setting his broken nose and wiping away the blood, he merely snorted and turned his head aside.
The sight left Cao Kun feeling rather incredulous.
To silently immobilize him and