"Ugh—" Masao Honda, though his hand bone was crushed by Shawn Young, clearly had a higher pain tolerance than Kazuo Yamada. Instead of screaming, he just let out a muffled grunt and forced himself not to cry out. He even stepped forward to support the swaying Kazuo Yamada. The two clung to each other like brothers in misery, looking just like longtime "best buddies."
After unleashing that terrifying burst of true energy, Shawn Young shook his hands and pulled them back, then wrapped his arms around Yara Zen's slender waist. He gave her a playful kiss on the cheek and grinned, "Hehe—Yara, these Japanese friends are really something. So lively and entertaining!"
The surrounding customers were immediately drawn by Kazuo Yamada’s pig-like scream. When they saw Kazuo Yamada and Masao Honda, two Japanese men, hugging and supporting each other so intimately, the scene looked oddly close. But their posture—a tight, front-to-back embrace—was so bizarre that most people who saw it instantly frowned.
"Whoa—never thought Japanese besties were so common these days, and so bold too—doing this kind of thing in public, really makes you want to cover your eyes and pretend you didn’t see!" muttered a middle-aged man, shaking his head and sighing.
"Aww—what a shame, that handsome guy’s clearly the bottom—his poor little chrysanthemum must be suffering—sigh, it’s just chaos in the wind!" sighed a stylish young girl.
"They look so in love—honestly, I envy their courage, showing affection so openly in public. That takes guts!" said a young man with a hint of admiration in his eyes.
"Damn it! These two can’t wait, huh? Go rent a room in Kowloon Tong and get it on, don’t ruin our dessert mood here—" an old man shouted bluntly, quickly joined by other customers.
The whole scene suddenly turned bizarre. Kazuo Yamada and Masao Honda, who were just supporting each other, had no idea the crowd saw them as "best buddies"—the misunderstanding ran deep. Their faces instantly turned an ugly shade of liver, and they felt even more embarrassed and miserable than from their physical pain!
The two quickly separated, both stumbling backward and landing hard on the floor. Their butts hurt, but that pain was nothing compared to the blow to their pride. They glared at Shawn Young with eyes almost shooting fire, ready to explode—but they held back, knowing full well that even together, they weren’t a match for him. No point humiliating themselves further!