C50 Tears Streamed down His Face

As time passes.

It was getting closer.

Okamoto held it in his hand. The steel knife was getting closer and closer to Lin Fei's head.

"Lin Sang, you shouldn't have provoked my idol, Okamoto." Sakata said in broken Mandarin.

To be honest, Sakata really admired Lin Fei.

Ever since the Foreign Social Budokan opened its doors, there had never been a Chinese who dared to step into this place