The obese man's face twisted into a sneer, a grotesque expression that mirrored his disdain for the words he had just heard. His small, beady eyes scanned the surroundings, filled with a mix of anger and arrogance. With a voice that dripped with contempt, he thundered, "Whoever you are, I demand that you step outside this very instant! You clearly have no inkling of the powerful forces you're recklessly messing with. If you possess even a shred of sanity, you won't dare lay a finger on me!"
Unfazed by his blustering, the man continued, his voice resonating with a pride that bordered on delusion. "Know this, for I am the fourth son of Castledine, the illustrious merchant whose name echoes through the annals of commerce. Who do you think you are, audaciously launching an attack on a person of my stature?!" His words reverberated through the air, punctuated by his furious vehemence.
