Ximada

Kneeling

Almost everyone was dumbfounded.

The Japanese were all stunned. The Chinese had actually slapped one of their people across the face. The sheer force of it carried all the way to the host's microphone, was amplified by the machines backstage, and echoed through the entire conference room with a sharp smack. Even those in the farthest corners could hear it clearly.

As for the attendees from Huxi City Public Security System on the Chinese side, none of them could believe their eyes.

Fuck!

He had actually struck the Japanese in front of everyone!

Little Wang unconsciously formed a 666 gesture with his hand. Brother Li was mighty, Brother Li was domineering—he slapped the Japanese whenever he felt like it, without the slightest courtesy.

That slap had been explosive enough. Many people couldn't help sucking in a cold breath.

Those who didn't know what had happened would probably assume that the Japanese had put Li Bai's photo into their PowerPoint as that of a criminal and fabricated a whole series of criminal records about him. Now they had been retaliated against on the spot, so they truly couldn't complain about that slap.

Caught completely off guard, Yamamoto Takeo staggered several steps from the blow. He swayed precariously for quite some time before barely managing to stand upright again.

His legs had stopped trembling, his hands had stopped shaking, and he was no longer sweating cold sweat. Other than the large handprint left on his face, he finally seemed to have come back to his senses.

"Mr. Li!"

The focus returned to Yamamoto Takeo's eyes. Once he saw the person in front of him clearly, he let out a long breath.

Then he bowed at a ninety-degree angle!

This was the respect one owed to a strong person.

He had brought