A mocking smile hung on Xiao Weiguo's lips as he watched Morita, who was now driven to utter fury and rage, a sense of grim satisfaction welling up in his heart.
Morita's originally fair complexion had turned beet red, the veins on his forehead bulging, while a steady stream of Japanese curses spilled from his mouth, as if only through this could he vent the surging rage within his breast.
Pointing a finger at Xiao Weiguo while trembling all over with anger, he looked for all the world like an agitated rooster with its feathers ruffled.
Chapter 382