Ultimately, it was the organizers who came out to mediate.
They pulled the two sides apart, put one in each corner, and sent the injured to the hospital.
"Damn it, find their hotel," Casare was obviously still enraged.
"Sir, do you really want to kill them?" a colleague asked in a hushed, shocked tone.
"Let our 'club members' take care of them, no one can get away with just an apology after pissing me off," he replied.
What's the point of violence then?
Isn't violence just a way to blow off steam when you're pissed?
Casare was already quite fat, what if he got mastitis from all the anger?
This is North America!
My hometown is right next door, I could make a call and have hundreds of people over in minutes to chop you down.
Spain?
Just a speck of snot.
Casare greatly revered Mozi, founder of 'Legalism' in Europe, especially his principle of 'Universal Love and Non-Aggression.'
Adjoining the Sea of Love, attacking Africa.
But sometimes I wonder...
