At that moment, Wang Yi grabbed the guy by the crotch, lifted his hand, and gave a sharp yank.
The 1.85-meter-tall Nakagawa Ichiro was hoisted into the air and flipped a full 270 degrees.
Then he came crashing down flat on the ground.
Splat!
The impact was deafening.
Since he'd landed chin-first, both of his front teeth flew out.
His chin was scraped up, too.
He couldn't spare a thought for the agonizing pain in his chin and teeth. Clutching his crotch with both hands, he screamed and rolled around on the ground.
Seeing this, the Chinese people present immediately cheered:
"Good!"
The owner felt thoroughly vindicated, too. He strode forward and raised his foot to kick Ichiro.
Wang Yi grabbed him and pulled him back. "What did he say just now?"
The owner told Wang Yi exactly what Ichiro had said.
Anger surged through Wang Yi in an instant.
The owner was still trying to kick Ichiro.
But Wang Yi reached out and stopped him again. "Don't."
The owner looked at Wang Yi in confusion.
"Brother Yi, you're not gonna let me hit this bastard?"
Wang Yi pulled him behind himself.
"Let me handle it!"
As he spoke, he grabbed Ichiro by the collar with his left hand.
Then he spoke in English:
"This slap is for the restaurant owner."
He finished speaking and swung his right arm in a wide arc.
Smack—
He slapped Ichiro hard across the face.
Ichiro saw stars. His face burned with pain.
It reminded him of the slap his older brother had given him as a child when he hadn't taken his taekwondo training seriously.
Miyakawa Maya hurriedly tried to stop Wang Yi. "Wang Yi, you can't hit him! You don't know who his uncle is."
Wang Yi didn't pay her the slightest