What kind of laugh was this? It could be the coolest way of saying 'I don't care if the world burns'. Not only was it visually and aurally magnificent, but the sound entering our ears had also nailed the three of us right where we stood.
"Little fools, as long as I sit at this table, no man can resist me."
We couldn't move our hands or feet, but our ears, slapped by the decibel-breaking laugh, could hear perfectly well.
Unlike us, the woman, who hadn't gotten up from the table until her sidekicks were killed, was very active; right now, she wanted to slap Toraman with her raised right hand.
"Get out of my sight, you crude guy!"
Because events unfolded so fast, we were in a state of shock. If the boss chose our tank, it still wouldn't be a problem, but we didn't know if the oversized teen could withstand a blow from The Woman Who Drinks Raki.
