My White and Rich Beautiful CEO Wife

Just as Ichiro Sato reached Yan Mingyu, he also arrived.

With a body not burly, but as straight as a spear, he stood between the two. His eyes narrowed slightly, sparkling with sharpness, "Do you think this is the same land from decades ago? You Eastern Ocean people, think you can do whatever you want here?"

"Hahaha...."

Ichiro Sato laughed as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

It took a few seconds for him to arrogantly say, "Now that you mention it, I regret not being born decades earlier. I could\'ve conquered this land with my grandfather. And by the way, killed all you useless cowards, sow our seed in your women, and breed a superior next generation!"

"Damn! This dog is too arrogant!"

"Hold back, he\'s too strong, who among us can beat him?"

"Yeah, he\'s rich and powerful, and the government brought him here with investment attraction. We can\'t afford to provoke him!"

"But, are we just gonna let this little foreign devil humiliate us like this?"

People in the hall had different expressions, but almost all of them had humiliation and anger in their eyes.

However, for various reasons, they could only clench their fists tight, with no one daring to act against Ichiro Sato.

"President Yan, excuse me a moment!"

Then, Qin Yu slowly unbuttoned his suit. After taking it off, he revealed a white undershirt and several fierce scars.

He handed it casually to Yan Mingyu, whose eyebrows were tightly furrowed.

"Oh, so you\'re getting ready to fight me?"

"A stinking bodyguard, how much does she pay you a month? You\'re really going all out!"

Ichiro Sato looked down on Qin Yu with contempt, not taking him seriously.

Black belt, eighth dan in Karate, was not just for show.

"Qin Yu, this... is my personal affair!"

Yan Mingyu said, biting her teeth.

To her, Ichiro Sato seemed like a wild beast, too dangerous. She was really worried that Qin Yu would get hurt, or even become disabled.

"No, President Yan. Him insulting our Hua Country people is no longer just your personal affair, but a matter for every hot-blooded man of Hua Country. Besides..."

Qin Yu raised his voice, gently holding the wolf fang pendant on his chest, "I am also a soldier who once protected this land and has since retired!"

Finished speaking, he looked at Ichiro Sato calmly and asked lightly, "As an ordinary man of Hua Country, I challenge you. Do you dare to accept?"

"What wouldn\'t I dare?"

Ichiro Sato said haughtily, tilting his head, "But my punches and kicks are very heavy. If I cause you serious injury, I won\'t be paying for your medical expenses! Everybody knows how you Hua Country people like to scam others."

"Don\'t worry... I am responsible for my own life and death,"

Qin Yu said calmly.

"Brother, fight him!"

"Right, if you lose, we\'ll cover the medical expenses!"

"Take him down!"

The bosses present shouted with excited emotions.

"Qin Yu... Be careful!"

Yan Mingyu looked deeply at Qin Yu, and for a moment, she felt as if his not-so-burly figure was shining with brilliance.

"Baka, if you want to die, I\'ll oblige you!"

Ichiro Sato, somewhat infuriated with embarrassment, shouted loudly, "Come on, China pig!"

"Take this!"

A glint of light flashed in Qin Yu\'s eyes as he lunged forward, his arms swinging out like iron rods.

This move was somewhat similar to the Iron Mountain Lean in Bajiquan.

Yet, it was clearly improved.

"Heh!"

Ichiro Sato was not to be underestimated, definitely not a pushover.

Narrowing his eyes, he reached out his hands and firmly grasped Qin Yu\'s shoulders.

"Thud thud!"

Qin Yu didn\'t expect to defeat Ichiro Sato with just one move.

His body flipped over, hooking around Sato\'s neck, and he executed a shoulder throw.

Ichiro Sato\'s body flew out, but he didn\'t hit the ground.

His feet made a heavy sound on the ground to dispel the powerful force.

"Good!"

The crowd cheered.

At the very least, Qin Yu hadn\'t ended up like the poor sod before him and been taken down by Ichiro Sato in an instant.

It seemed he even had a slight upper hand.

"Damn it!"

Ichiro Sato patted down the suit that Qin Yu had wrinkled and took the initiative to attack this time, charging over like a wild rhinoceros with large strides.

Bang bang...

The two began to exchange blows quickly, and the crowd\'s ears were filled with the grating sound of bone colliding with flesh.

"Bang!"

A punch landed on Qin Yu\'s face, causing his eyes to rapidly fill with blood.

A black belt in karate with eight degrees indeed had extraordinary combat strength.

However, Ichiro Sato didn\'t have it easy either. The punch Qin Yu landed on his stomach felt to him like he had been kicked by an elephant.

Subconsciously clutching his stomach, he gasped for air, his face turning extremely ugly.

"Come on!"

The more Qin Yu fought, the braver he became, not caring at all that his cheeks were already split and bleeding.

He had more horrific scars on his body than this, what was this in comparison?

He remembered, when he first enlisted, the captain had said that scars were a man\'s best medal.

If you leave the army without any scars, it means you\'ve wasted those years.

"Bang bang!"

"Damn it!"

Qin Yu was fighting desperately, all offense, no defense.

Put plainly, he was just a minor character; even if he was crippled or died, not many would care.

But, Ichiro Sato was different, a person of the Eastern Ocean Consortium, with an exceptionally distinguished status.

If he could trade his life for Sato\'s, it would definitely be a bargain for him.

"Madman, madman..."

Ichiro Sato became more and more terrified as they fought; Qin Yu was after his life!

The more fearful he felt inside, the more chaotic his movements became.

"Bang!"

Another dull thud.

Qin Yu\'s fist heavily smashed into Ichiro Fujiwara\'s face.

"Puh..."

Ichiro Fujiwara spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his body beginning to stagger.

But Qin Yu\'s fists kept hammering down like a sledgehammer.

Bang bang bang...

It wasn\'t long before Ichiro Fujiwara\'s head had swollen into a pig\'s, with his eyes puffed up like eggs, leaving only a slim gap.

Thud...

Qin Yu turned around and delivered a kick, sending Ichiro Fujiwara\'s nearly two-hundred-pound body bending backward.

He slid several meters before collapsing weakly to his knees on the ground.

Spit mixed with blood was dripping nonstop onto the floor.

"Beautiful!"

The scene where Qin Yu mercilessly thrashed Ichiro Fujiwara made everyone present feel their blood boil. Some even wished they were Qin Yu, beating up the Eastern Devil themselves.

"Sato..."

Liu Nanyan\'s face changed, never dreaming that his most dependable ally would be defeated by his daughter\'s mere bodyguard.

"Take him and scram quickly!"

"Don\'t ever show your face in the East Sea again!"

"What a disgrace!"

"You... you all..."

Amidst a chorus of jeers, Liu Nanyan\'s face turned from green to white as he helped the wretched Ichiro Sato into the elevator.