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"Oh—oh—so you're Shawn Young, huh? Haha—pleasure to meet you—pleasure to meet you—I'm Kazuo Yamada, from Kyushu, Japan—it's a pleasure to know you!" The Japanese man politely took the initiative to extend his hand to Shawn Young.
Shawn Young was taken aback. Although he didn't care much for Japanese men, he had a soft spot for gentle Japanese women. So, deciding to "give some face for the sake of Japanese women," he also reached out and shook hands with Kazuo Yamada.
That handshake was no big deal—until Kazuo Yamada gripped Shawn Young's right hand, smiling as he shook it, then suddenly exerted force. A surge of powerful inner strength spun forth, like a giant iron clamp, locking onto Shawn Young's hand and twisting, trying to embarrass him on the spot.
Shawn Young felt his right hand tighten. Kazuo Yamada still wore that punchable smile, which only made Shawn pause before a wave of anger bubbled up inside him.
Truth be told, Shawn Young never liked Kazuo Yamada's fake-friendly grin. The reason was simple—he'd caught the guy giving him a dismissive look earlier. Plus, the way Kazuo Yamada had stared at Yara Zen was downright predatory. Although he tried to cover it up, Shawn had noticed, and deep down, he was always wary of Japanese men.
"Hmph—trying to mess with me, punk? You're asking for it—if I don't teach you a lesson, I'm not a real Chinese man!" Shawn Young's face stayed calm, but inside, he was getting "excited." He already disliked Kazuo Yamada, and now the guy was provoking him—what a perfect chance to mess with him! Shawn wasn't about to let it slip by, and he planned to have a little fun while he was at it!
At that moment, Shawn focused his mind and quietly sent out a burst of true energy, unleashing a surge of 'crushing force.' His right hand turned into an even bigger steel clamp, twisting Kazuo Yamada's hand and releasing half the force. With a big smile, he said, "Haha—pleasure to meet you, Mr. Kazuo Yamada! It's a pleasure to know you, too!"
"Uh—pleasure to meet you, pleasure to meet you, Shawn—Shawn Young, may I ask, where do you work? Cough! Cough!" Kazuo Yamada asked, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. He could feel the terrifying power from Shawn's right hand, like a burning-hot steel clamp, locking him down and tightening by the second. The slow, crushing grip even changed his voice.
"Haha—I'm just a drifter from mainland China, jobless, really. I only came to Hong Kong because my girlfriend's here—haha—Mr. Yamada, what's wrong? You don't look so good. Are you feeling unwell?" Shawn Young said with a mischievous smile, squeezing a little harder. Watching Kazuo Yamada's handsome face twist in pain, Shawn couldn't help but feel absolutely delighted!
"Oh—oh—uh—Shawn Young, you really are lucky to have a girlfriend as beautiful as Manager Zen. I have to admit, I'm honestly jealous—sigh—truth be told, I really like Manager Zen too, and I honestly want to compete with you fair and square!" Kazuo Yamada said, using all his strength to resist Shawn Young, while secretly cursing Shawn's ancestors a thousand times over. He never expected the bookish-looking Shawn Young to possess such terrifying power! Still, stubborn as he was, Kazuo didn't back down at all.
"Haha—well, everyone has their own fate, Mr. Yamada. All you can do is envy me! But with a talented young man like you, I'm sure you won't have any trouble attracting beautiful women! If you want to compete fairly with me, I can't stop you—but you'll have to ask my girlfriend if she's willing to give you a chance!" Shawn said, pulling Yara Zen close and holding her tightly in his arms, grinning wickedly at Kazuo Yamada as if to show off.
He hadn't expected Kazuo Yamada to get "more interesting," openly wanting to "compete fairly" for Yara Zen. So Shawn decided to keep playing along, determined to give him an unforgettable lesson. He unleashed the remaining "crushing force" in his hand, a surge of terrifying strength twisting Kazuo Yamada's right hand. Shawn knew this power could easily snap a steel bar several centimeters thick!
"Crunch—" came the muffled sound of bones cracking.
"Ah—" Kazuo Yamada let out a muffled groan, quickly biting his lip to stifle his scream. He was the type who cared way too much about his pride, so even though Shawn Young tortured him mercilessly in public, Kazuo gritted his teeth and endured. Luckily, the place was packed with customers and noise, so his brief cry was quickly drowned out and went unnoticed.
"Heh heh—could this little Japanese guy be a ninja? He's pretty damn good at enduring pain! Let's see how much more you can take—" Shawn Young thought mischievously, raising his eyebrow and ready to squeeze even harder.
Kazuo Yamada saw Shawn Young's "sinister" grin and panicked, quickly signaling to a middle-aged Japanese man behind him—stocky build, parted hair, and a small mustache under his nose.
The middle-aged Japanese man immediately stepped forward, reaching out to shake Shawn's left hand. In fluent Mandarin, he said, "Heh heh—I'm Masao Honda, from Kurohara Corporation with Mr. Yamada! Shawn Young, it's a pleasure to meet you—"
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"Oh—oh—Mr. Honda, is it? I'm glad to meet you too! Today's a great day, meeting so many Japanese friends. Honestly, I didn't have any Japanese friends before, and now I've got two—I'm really happy!" Shawn Young knew Masao Honda was up to no good, so he didn't hold back. He shook Honda's hand with his left, and before the guy could pull any tricks, Shawn took the initiative—sending a surge of true energy, unleashing a 'crushing force.'
"Hmm—Shawn Young, you really are young and capable!" Masao Honda seemed prepared, channeling his own inner strength to counter Shawn's 'crushing force.' Honda was clearly much stronger than Kazuo Yamada, barely managing to withstand Shawn's power. Though it was tough, he fared much better than Yamada.
"Haha—Mr. Honda, looks like you and Mr. Yamada aren't just good colleagues, but good friends too! Pleasure to meet you both—" Shawn was secretly surprised, but smiled and quietly gathered even stronger true energy, waiting for the right moment to unleash it and teach these two reckless Japanese men what "painful memories" really meant!
Masao Honda thought he could bail Kazuo Yamada out, but as soon as he gripped Shawn's left hand, he realized he was in trouble. Even if he wanted to pull away, it was impossible—Shawn Young was just too "enthusiastic!" And Shawn's eyes flashed with a violent glint, making his "enthusiasm" even more intense!
"Crunch—crunch—" Two bone-cracking sounds rang out almost simultaneously.
"Waaah—" Kazuo Yamada, not a real ninja after all, finally let out a pig-like scream. His right hand swelled up, looking as red and shiny as a braised pork knuckle!