"Look at me, crooked head. Do you think you're an Academy Officer just because you're wearing a red uniform?"
While everyone in the shop, including Kapo, was waiting for the food to come, a young man with a broad forehead walked towards them, wiping his right hand on the apron. He held a bowl half full of food in his other hand, evidently overhearing the conversations while he was preparing to serve.
"You may be Kapo in the Far Circle, but you're not worth more than a piece of shit here, especially against a Cultivator like me who was born in the Near Circle. Now you shut up and wait, or I'll kick your ass and throw you out the door!"
Taking off his food-stained apron, the youth was ready to fight. He was only waiting for an answer to his words to physically defeat the Capo of the First Ward, whom he had begun to beat with his words.
"Bobby, calm down!"
