The Ghost Samurai watching the commotion around them heard Fang Cheng's words and immediately burst into laughter like a pack of lechers.
"Ohhh, so that's how it is."
"I don't believe it. He's obviously bragging."
"Want us to take him to the Hundred Ghost Club and see just how good he is?"
At the same time, a scene of Fang Cheng and Yuguang Qingxue doing unspeakable things in bed unconsciously surfaced in Hayakawa Hideki's mind. He was so furious he felt like his lungs were about to explode.
"Shut up, all of you!"
Hayakawa Hideki shouted down his subordinates, then turned to glare at Fang Cheng. "You shameless scoundrel, leave Qingxue at once, or I'll make you regret it."
The Goddess he treasured above all else had just been casually teased by Fang Cheng. How could he put up with that?
Fang Cheng instinctively felt his face. "I already look pretty good."
Hayakawa Hideki: "..."
Could you stop bringing up your face all the time?
He took a step back, drew the samurai sword from his waist, and pointed its hilt at Fang Cheng. "I challenge you to a duel."
Fang Cheng crossed his arms and leaned his shoulder against the doorframe with a smile. "You really want to cross swords with me? Forget it. Go home. Before long, Yuguang Qingxue and I will be getting divorced."
He seemed calm on the surface, but inside, he was on his guard. Could these Ghost Samurai also have been Bewitched by Evil God Sauce and deliberately come looking for trouble?
After being played a few times, Fang Cheng had started to suspect everything.
But to Hayakawa Hideki, Fang Cheng's words meant something entirely different.
You want to cross swords with me? Forget it. Go home—you're no match for me.
*Before long, Yuguang