Finished.
Brian flicked his lighter, tossed it backward, and then without looking back, strode towards his opponent.
The kerosene lighter fell precisely into a pile of oil drums.
Boom~
The J-country shrine, flourishing in incense, turned into a roaring inferno under his deliberate gasoline sprinkling.
...
The handsome middle-aged man who passed the lighter to Brian was none other than Yagyuu Kojirou, whose ancestral mansion was next door.
Hearing the commotion, he immediately guessed the newcomer was the attacker who had raided the Extreme Path Sword Hall and taken away his son.
Yagyuu Kojirou was not in a good state at the moment.
So what if his son was gone.
He had had hundreds of children; losing one or two was commonplace, and he could produce more at any time.
Taking action himself would only lead to further loss of control.
Unless necessary.
Yagyuu Kojirou had no desire to act.
Alas, his opponent was courting death.
Eh.
Yagyuu Kojirou sighed slightly.
