Jack Brooks moved with the speed of a striking cobra. Before the onlookers could even blink, Jason and Ron Lee had their faces smashed into the porcelain bowl.
SPLAT!
The mixture of soup, saliva, urine, and mucus splashed everywhere.
"Gah! Blaaargh!"
The two men scrambled back, clawing at their faces. They bent over, retching violently. The stench of ammonia and rot filled their noses and mouths. It was a humiliation worse than death.
"Ugh..." The guests in the tea house covered their noses and retreated, terrified of being splashed by the vile vomit.
Jack Brooks sat back down. He picked up the silver Desert Eagle that Ron had dropped.
"I told you," Jack said calmly, examining the weapon. "Some face, once lost, can never be recovered. Why do you always think I'm bluffing?"
Click. C
