A size 45 foot in a handmade crocodile-skin shoe stamped down on the back of Ryuzo Koyama's neck. A grumbling voice came from the slouching man's mouth: "Damn it, this guy got my favorite leather shoes dirty. I want to shove him into a bucket and make him gulp down a good drink."
"Then cut the crap. The Young Master's patience is running out. Hurry up and get the truth out of him about the 'Molotov Cocktail'. The Young Master has to catch Akira Sakurai before the family meeting ends and go back to expose the Patriarch's crimes." Pale-faced, Crow pushed his thin-framed glasses up his nose as he walked over carrying a plastic bucket filled to the brim. He held it steady with one hand, spilling hardly any water along the way.
"Holy shit, you skinny twig, who knew you were so strong?" Yaksha suddenly threw his weight into his foot, pressing Ryuzo Koyama's head flat against the ground.
Chapter 249