Yue Xiaofei's roar rolled like thunder through the live broadcast, reaching every corner of the world.
The Old Witch, kneeling on the ground, shuddered at his words.
A flicker of resistance flashed through her eyes, glazed with fear and pain.
Being forced to kneel was already an unbearable humiliation.
If she then kowtowed toward the Dragon Kingdom and confessed her crimes before the entire world...
She would be more than a disgrace to Eastern Japan.
She would become the greatest criminal in her people's history, her shame impossible to erase!
She would be nailed to the pillar of infamy and cursed by generations to come for thousands upon thousands of years!
No!
She could not do it!
A surge of "courage" from who knew where pulled a shred of her shattered resolve back together.
"No... I... I represent the dignity of the Greater Eastern Japan Empire..."
Her hoarse voice came in broken gasps.
"I will never... kowtow... to those Chinese..."
"Those Chinese?"
At the slur, Yue Xiaofei's gaze turned colder than ice.
He smiled, coldly and cruelly.
"Good. Very good."
"You still don't understand the situation you're in."
He released the Old Witch's hair and slowly raised his right foot.
Under the close-up gaze of countless cameras, his boot, smeared with blood and dust, hovered over her left hand—the one that had not yet been broken.
"Ah... What are you doing?"
The Old Witch screamed as the boot loomed larger before her eyes.
Yue Xiaofei answered with action.
He brought his foot down hard!
Crack!
The crisp sound of bones breaking sent a chill down the spine!
"Aaaah!"
Her scream was more piercing, more desperate than any before it.
Yue Xiaofei's boot crushed her left hand into a bloody mess, twisting all five fingers at grotesque angles!
Pain shot through