Rick walked down the quiet, bamboo-lined corridor of the Sterling Teahouse, ignoring the frantic whispers of the staff who heard the agonizing screams echoing from the private room, since an apex predator possessed zero pity for greedy parasites.
He stepped out the sliding wooden doors into the cool evening air, adjusting the collar of his plain black t-shirt, taking slow, deliberate steps toward the VIP parking zone where he left his hypercar.
Up on the third-floor open balcony of the teahouse, Tyler thrashed on the wooden floorboards, his face bright red and blistering from the scalding tea, while Martha shrieked for a doctor, creating a chaotic scene of panic.
"That ungrateful street rat!" Martha yelled, kneeling beside her son to wipe his scalded skin with a cloth napkin. "He dared to assault my boy! I will call the police and make sure that poor peasant rots in a prison cell for the rest of his miserable life!"
