"You actually know me?"

With a cloud of doubt in his mind and a hint of surprise in his tone, Wu Tian asked Yamaguchi Naoto.

He had only recently returned to Linhai City and had never dealt with any Chinese people before, so it was undoubtedly a mystery that Yamaguchi Naoto knew him.

Naoto Yamaguchi confirmed this in a hurried, trembling voice: "Yes...yes."

Wu Tian's expression was calm, but his words carried an undeniable authority: "Even if you know my name, you still cannot escape death today. Say goodbye to this world."

As soon as the words were spoken, the surrounding air seemed to freeze invisibly, and everyone felt a chill run down their spines.

Suddenly, Naoto Yamaguchi knelt down, his voice pleading and heavy with emotion: "Please, Mr. Wu, spare me. I... I wish to become your godfather and serve you for the rest of my life, never betraying you."

This scene left the Russian warriors present speechless and incredulous.

Naoto Yamaguchi, the unwavering guardian of Yanghua Street, is now willing to condescend to save his life.

The dignity and glory of the martial arts of the country crumbled in an instant, and the foundation of their faith also began to crumble.

They originally thought that Naoto Yamaguchi could restore the glory of Japanese martial arts, but instead of succeeding, he once again trampled on Japanese martial arts.

Wu Tian remained calm, his words as cold as ice: "I said before, you're not even worthy to carry my shoes, so how could you be qualified to be my adopted son?"

His words were utterly ruthless, completely shattering Yamaguchi Naoto's last shred of hope.

Despair hung like a dark cloud over Yamaguchi Naoto's face. His eyes darted around, and suddenly an idea came to him: "Mr. Wu, you...you wanted to see...Zhang Kou Tingbin, didn't you? I...I'll call him back right away."

In his words, he seemed to be grasping at a straw in despair. If it weren't for this situation, who would have guessed that he was once so arrogant?

Wu Tian narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a hint of amusement, as if he had already seen through Yamaguchi Naoto's thoughts, but he did not immediately reject this sudden suggestion.

"Oh? Didn't you just say I wasn't qualified to see your godson? Why are you calling him back now?"

Naoto Yamaguchi's face was as pale as paper, and sweat trickled down his forehead, dripping onto the cold ground with a soft sound.

He gritted his teeth, desperately searching for a glimmer of light in the abyss of despair, and said in a trembling voice, "Yes... I was blind and did not recognize you. If I had known it was you, how could I have been disrespectful in the slightest?"

Wu Tian stopped in his tracks, his gaze deep, as if he were weighing something.

A moment later, a faint smile appeared on his lips, a smile as cold as frost, devoid of any warmth. "Fine, I'll give you a chance, but remember, you only get one chance. If you dare to play any tricks, you will die!"

After speaking, Wu Tian's voice was like a heavy hammer striking a drum, making the surrounding air tremble, fully displaying his supreme majesty.

A glimmer of hope appeared in Yamaguchi Naoto's eyes. He immediately kowtowed repeatedly, tears streaming down his face, and said, "Thank you so much, Mr. Wu, for your mercy. I... I will call Zhang Tingbin back right away."

After receiving Wu Tian's approval, Yamaguchi Naoto's fingers trembled slightly as he dialed Kou Tingbin's number.

As soon as the call connected, Naoto Yamaguchi instantly switched back to his authoritative demeanor as the president of the Yamaguchi Dojo. He took a deep breath and said sternly, "Zhang Gu-kun, return to the Yamaguchi Dojo immediately. Do not make any mistakes, or you will bear the consequences."

A fawning voice came from the other end of the phone, "Godfather, didn't you say you'd be back right away after dealing with those troublemakers...?"

Before he could finish speaking, Naoto Yamaguchi angrily interrupted him: "Shut up! How dare you question my decision? Come back here right now!"

There was a moment of silence, followed by a meaningful chuckle: "Mr. Naoto Yamaguchi, I've guessed from the panic and urgency in your words that you're trying to exchange my life for your own..."

"Insolence!" Yamaguchi Naoto was furious. "I brought you back because I have important matters to arrange. If you keep nagging, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

However, the response on the other end of the phone was dismissive: "Mr. Naoto Yamaguchi, you should worry about yourself first. Trying to use me as a shield is wishful thinking!"

After that, all that came from the other end of the phone was the dial tone of a disconnected line.

Naoto Yamaguchi's face instantly turned ashen, his anger surging like a tidal wave.

But in an instant, he forcibly suppressed his anger, his eyes narrowed, revealing a gloomy and calculating look.

He knew that anger would be useless at this moment, and only by dealing with the situation calmly could he find a glimmer of hope.

“Mr. Wu, you heard it too. That guy, Tingbin, dared to be so rude. He's practically asking for his own death.”

Naoto Yamaguchi turned around, bowed to Wu Tian, ​​and said with indignation but also with respect for Wu Tian, ​​“But please rest assured, sir. Although I, Naoto Yamaguchi, am not talented, I know how to clean house. I will definitely handle this matter personally and will not let you down.”

Wu Tian's eyes were piercing, as if he could see into the deepest secrets of people's hearts.

His words, like icy blades in the cold wind, pierced the air with a chill: "You don't need to worry about Zhang Tingbin. Just calmly face your death. He can't escape my grasp."

These words were resounding and powerful. Yamaguchi Naoto felt as if he had been struck by a heavy hammer. An invisible chill suddenly invaded his heart, and he lost all strength in his limbs. He had never expected that Wu Tian would be so resolute and leave no room for negotiation.

He had hoped to use the opportunity to escape, but Wu Tianxin, with his keen insight, had already seen through his motives and blocked his escape route with a single word.

At this moment, Naoto Yamaguchi's body trembled slightly, like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind, swaying helplessly. His mind raced, desperately searching for a glimmer of hope in the abyss of despair.

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