“Slow it down, there’s no hurry,” Zhou Qianlin said good-naturedly.
“Shut up, or I’ll beat the crap out of you!” The Mechanist’s growling voice thrummed through the room as he shook his large fist under the Accountant’s nose.
“Only cowards resort to violence!” The accountant shot back.
“Call me a coward and you’ll regret it. All I know is, you keep running your mouth and I’ll crush you to paste, then scrape you out the door!” The Mechanist’s harsh voice threatened.
The Accountant’s face paled. “B-bowing to superior physical might is the wise decision. I’ll tolerate it, for now!”
Zhou Qianlin struggled to stifle her laughter at seeing this strange man. He was a bit of a clown.
The argument was punctuated with the rise of the back curtain. The Gourmet appeared bearing a large tray, upon which were perched eight delicate square-shaped plates. Each bore a large seaweed roll, though their contents were unclear.
