The sounds of Osef smashing things gradually died down. It wasn't clear if Osef had gotten tired or he had finished smashing everything.
"Do we want to call the police?" Blake, who was standing beside Dai Li, asked.
"No. If we call the police, this will spread. The media will certainly write some nonsense about it. It will be another thing that affects Osef." Dai Li shook his head and asked, "You have a bottle of whiskey in your office, right?"
"What do you want it for?" Blake asked cautiously.
"Lend it to me. Bring me two cups while you're at it," Dai Li said.
"You want to give him alcohol?" Blake shook his head. "He already smashed up a bunch of things sober. If he gets drunk, he'll tear the entire center apart."
"Then get another bottle to get him even drunker," Dai Li said. "A man was cheated on by his wife. People are spreading rumors of his sexual prowess. It is times like this that a man needs to get drunk!"
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