Watanabe Shun raised his right hand, gestured twice at the monk, and murmured softly: "Sorry, buddy, blame it on you guys for kidnapping the police..."
The monk didn't make a sound, just glanced up at him. The cold light in his downcast pupils and his indifferent gaze said everything.
Evidently, he didn't take Watanabe Shun seriously.
"What's with that expression? Looking down on me?" Watanabe Shun was a bit annoyed. He raised his right hand high, began gathering strength: "Then don't blame me for not respecting my elders!"
He took a deep breath, gathered his strength, swirled his arm in a wide arc, putting in all his might as if determined to smash that contemptuous face to smithereens!
Smack!
A burst of white mist exploded on the monk's left cheek. The giant screen replayed in 0.25x slow motion, showing his face gradually contorting and deforming, as if flattened by a toilet plunger.
