Chapter 227 Something Doesn't Feel Right
The Japanese warriors' faces were swollen from the slaps, blood trailing from the corners of their mouths, even a few teeth knocked out.
"Who the hell slapped me?"
"Who dares slap a Japanese warrior? I'll kill him!"
"Who was it? If you have the guts, show yourself!"
...
Naturally, the slaps were delivered by Daniel. However, because of his incredible speed, none of the onlookers were able to see what really happened.
Daniel ceased his actions and simply stated, "Me."
That single word stunned all the Japanese there. Wasn't the country boy supposed to be buried under the collapsed wall of bricks?
Could it be that it wasn't the country boy who got buried?
Could it be Takashi Sato?
That was impossible!
Takashi Sato, one of Japan's top 10, couldn’t possibly have been sent flying by a palm strike from a 'stupid American country boy', could he?
Seeing Daniel unharmed and slapping the Japanese so many times, Jessica looked at him with what seemed like a touch of infatuation.
"Dani
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