As soon as he saw him standing in the lot, Daniel felt his blood boil. All the work towards tranquility and balance he'd accomplished in Okinawa threatened to slip away as he walked up to his unwanted guest. "Get out of here," he ordered.
Kreese smiled, running his hand along the hood of an expensive car. "Is that any way to treat an old man who's shopping for cars?"
Daniel had to fight to not rise to his bait. "What do you want, you son of a bitch?"
"Just thought I'd welcome you back home to America, LaRusso," chuckled Kreese.
