Madam Xu's flush deepened. Her sharp features contorted — anger, shame, fear, all warring across her face. Her enormous tits trembled with her rapid breathing. Her thick body was rigid in the chair.
"How dare you," she whispered. "You come into our town, sit in our restaurant, humiliate my son, and then —"
"Should I kill your son?" Tianlong asked.
The words hung in the air. Casual. Conversational. As though he were asking whether to order more tea.
Madam Xu's face went white. Her chopsticks fell from her fingers, clattering on the table. Her enormous tits heaved. Her mouth opened. No sound came out.
"WHAT?" she finally screamed. "No — NO — how dare you — HOW DARE YOU THREATEN MY SON —"
She stood. Her thick body was shaking — her enormous tits swinging, her wide hips shifting, her silk robes rustling. Her face was red, then white, then red again. Her hands were clenched into fists.
