In the yard, when Hatoyama Yuchi saw his cousin bring people over, he immediately shouted excitedly, dragging his injured arm over for a round of gibberish.
Qi Yun couldn't understand what the other was saying, nor did he care; he was just gauging this Japanese congressman and those subordinates he brought.
After listening to Hatoyama Yuchi's complaints, Hatoyama Kiichi glanced over those subordinates in the yard who were severely beaten, his face grim.
Not only was the Hatoyama Clan's honor trampled, but this was also an open provocation to him, a congressman.
He suddenly lifted his gaze to Qi Yun, his sharp eyes seemingly wishing to swallow the other whole.
"You're Qi Yun?" Hatoyama Kiichi's voice was icy, each word bearing suppressed wrath.
Qi Yun showed a hint of surprise on his face, not expecting this guy to speak Chinese quite fluently.
He stood up, stepped forward, his gaze unwaveringly fierce: "Yes, I am Qi Yun."
