Worship!

Just then, a child squeezed out of the crowd.

He was a scrawny boy with messy yellow hair sticking up from his head, a dirty face, and clothes covered in patches.

The yellow-haired boy clutched a half-eaten ear of corn. He had barely slipped through a gap in the crowd when Ono Ichiro's fat, drooling face startled him.

Ono Ichiro's unfocused pupils suddenly contracted.

A low growl escaped him, followed by a rumble deep in his throat.

Then he lunged!

His fat body sprang off the ground, hands still curled like paws. Saliva sprayed from his open mouth as he lunged straight for the boy's arm!

The boy screamed. His corn fell from his hand, and he stumbled back two steps before landing hard on his backside.

Yongye's foot was faster.

Bang!

A sweeping kick struck Ono Ichiro square in the ribs.

Ono Ichiro's fat body flew like a kicked ball, rolled twice through the air, and crashed onto his back. His limbs flailed overhead, making him look just like an overturned turtle.

"Nice kick!"

Someone shouted from the crowd. Cheers broke out all around.

"Kick that bastard to death!"

"Avenge that little girl!"

"Kill him!"

The yellow-haired boy scrambled up, retrieved his corn, and wiped the dirt off it with his sleeve.

He looked at Ono Ichiro struggling on the ground, then up at Yongye, his eyes shining with admiration.

Yongye lowered his leg and brushed nonexistent dust from his trouser cuff. He glanced at the boy, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

He casually tossed a handful of money into the crowd, then strode on to a chorus of astonished praise, walking with Stephen Chow's swagger as if he owned the place. He felt fantastic—

Now this was how a man should live!

Ono Ichiro struggled to