"Everyone who eats at the same table as me has a name and standing in society."
"You run a little teahouse. What makes you think you deserve to eat with me?"
Lu Tianxing straightened his collar and sneered, "You look pretty defiant. Actually, you could beat me up again, just like your son did. Like father, like son, after all. Then you could join your son in prison."
Uncle Song stood right up, lit a cigarette, and laughed.
"You won't eat? Then fucking don't!"
With that, he reached out with both hands and flipped the table, startling Lu Tianxing and the Square-Faced Boss so badly they nearly fell to the floor.
The Square-Faced Boss gaped. "Song Qing, have you lost your mind?"
Uncle Song pointed at him with one hand and glared, then smashed a bowl into Lu Tianxing's face with the other.
Lu Tianxing screamed and crouched down, clutching his face.
"So you run a hotel, huh?"
Uncle Song brought a chair crashing down on him. "You run a hotel! A hotel! A hotel! I'll show you!"
"Who the fuck are you ordering around?"
"My son beating up your son was a fucking honor."
"Putting on airs with me? I've given you too much fucking respect today."
The chair shattered, and he followed it up with another savage beating.
"Other than my dad, nobody fucking dares talk to me like that."
"You want me in prison, huh? Prison! Prison! Prison!"
The beating in that private room left Meng Yifan and me dumbfounded.
I had never imagined Uncle Song would actually get violent.
Then I remembered that Song Xiaotian had inherited his madness from his dad.
So this was the original going berserk, right?
The Square-Faced Boss was dumbfounded too, perhaps never having expected anyone to dare beat someone up