689 - Twenty-Eight People

What?

Aoki Mori Nozomi, who had already swaggered out the door, turned around with the same puzzled look.

He saw Li Bai looking utterly innocent and confused.

Aoki Taisei grew even more furious. He glared viciously at Li Bai and said, "That's right! You! If you're a man, then come and fight me to the death!"

After being repeatedly blasted by gas cylinders, this guy had only suffered some minor injuries, so he still had enough energy to bark at Great Demon Li. Otherwise, he would've been lucky to spend only two months in the hospital.

As the head of the family, Aoki Mori Nozomi wasn't as brainless as his grandson. He immediately snapped, "Taisei, this is a guest of the Qing Tian Family. Apologize at once!"

His son, Aoki Taisei's father, Aoki Chihito, hadn't inherited the Aoki Family's talent for swordsmanship. He could only work as a refined and well-mannered Professional Manager within the family, overseeing part of its business.

Fortunately, Chihito's son had an astonishing talent for swordsmanship. But perhaps because of that, he was woefully lacking in social skills. Rather than calling him a sword fanatic, it would be more accurate to say he was stubbornly single-minded. He believed that any problem could be solved with swordsmanship, and that life held nothing but the sword.

If he hadn't been born into the Aoki Family, he would probably have struggled just to get by. There was no way he could have spent every day with a katana in hand as he did now.

"Qing Tian Xiao Bai, you coward! If you don't dare fight me, crawl between my legs!"

This chuuni sword fanatic had already forgotten the pain of his earlier lesson. He seemed to be getting cocky again.

What?

Who the hell was Qing Tian Xiao Bai?