"Please don't force yourselves on my wife and daughter! I'm begging you!"
"I'll get down on my knees for you!"
A somewhat cowardly voice rang out, full of grief and helplessness.
However.
Right then.
Pa-pa-pa-pa!
A series of loud slaps exploded in the air.
"Get the hell out of the way!"
"You low-caste, worthless piece of shit!"
"If I fuck the women in your house, that's the highlight of your pathetic family's life!"
The restaurant owner spoke again, still cowardly: "I'm going to call the Three Kingdoms of India Police…"
Pa-pa-pa-pa!
Another rapid burst of loud slaps cracked through the air.
"Low-caste slave, you dare try to threaten me with the police!"
"Fine, go ahead, call your police over here right now!"
The one called Gerry now had a face full of Yin Evil Qi, swaggering as he spoke.
Rip!
Rip!
Two sharp sounds of fabric tearing, clearly the clothes of the owner's wife and daughter being ripped open.
Right now.
