"Exactly! What the hell? You sons of b*tches..." another man in grey also burst out cursing angrily.
"%￥•￥%...—*"
Every kind of foul language, cursing fathers, mothers, ancestors, all kinds of words came out.
A few men made it clear they were here to make trouble.
Each one was tall and strong, rolling up their sleeves with angry faces, revealing hairy arms, ready to start a big fight.
"Call your boss over here, hurry up, do you think we're nobodies? And what's with this play? Fooling children? Daring to take money for such rubbish?" The man who had just slammed the table suddenly rushed to the front desk and started to act, efficiently tearing down the entire cloth covering.
"What are you doing? Stop it right now."
The boss seemed to come out, a bunch of people getting involved in a scuffle.
Suddenly, the scene became utter chaos, and the customers, in an attempt to escape, also ran towards the door.
