"You still dare to talk!"
Enraged, the two men surrounded the person on the ground, punching and kicking him.
"If it weren't for us taking you out, you would still be at your old home eating chaff and swallowing vegetables!"
"We went through so much trouble to bring you out, providing you with food and clothing, and now you grumble over a few crabs."
"Die, you ungrateful cur! Had we known you were such a person, we never should have brought you out in the first place!"
...
After kicking him several times, the two were out of breath. One of them looked up, saw the kettle of boiling water in the waitress's hand, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes. He suddenly snatched it away, unscrewed the cap, and prepared to pour it on the person on the ground.
Just then, a large hand suddenly grabbed his wrist firmly, preventing him from tilting the kettle in the slightest no matter how hard he tried.
