Lao Da turned to the reporter with a kindly smile. "Sorry, my buddy has a bit of a temper. What the hell did you just say again?"
Everyone: "..."
I must have misheard that, right? Maybe that "hell" was just an explosive consonant? Was it supposed to be unstressed?
How the hell is your temper any better than your buddy's?
"Hmph! Am I wrong? Media outlets around the world have sent you so many interview requests, yet your company hasn't sent a single person out to meet them. If that isn't hiding in the shadows, what is?" The reporter held his head high and puffed out his chest.
So what if you're hired muscle? If I can get you to beat up a reporter today, my pay will multiply several times over tomorrow! Come on, give me a good thrashing!
"In that case, call your mom out here!" Lao Da told him with a smile.
Everyone froze. Call his mom out here? Was he summoning a parent at the first sign of an argument?
"What... what are you trying to do?" Are they going to threaten me with my family? Panic crept onto the reporter's face.
"See? I asked your mom to come out, and you don't agree either, right? Do you have to say yes just because someone asks for you? Come on, we're all adults here. We're all busy!
"I went on a business trip last week and spent whole days floating around in the sky. I don't even know how many laps I flew around the Earth-and without flight accident insurance, too... Not long ago, I was rushed off to the Middle East. After handling things there, I hurried straight back, only to get sent to this press conference right after dinner...
"Man... even a body made