While Brian is chatting with Mr. Ferris, his father and Jian’s arrive. Mr. Fēng poked his finger at Miles several times. After warning him to back off, he grabbed the Asian man’s hand, telling him he could break it easily.
“You’re threatening me!”
“No, sir. I’m promising you.” His eyes met Fēng’s and the shorter man dwindled slightly. “Now, can we talk about this politely? Or do I have to send you to the hospital?”
“Miles, I have to ask you to let him go,” Wilke said.
“Sure, Steve.” He released Mr.Fēng’s hand.
“I don’t want to have to involve the police,” Wilke said. “But I will, if we can’t discuss this politely. No yelling, no Aikido holds, no broken bones, punching, biting, spitting or other offensive maneuvers. Are we clear, gentlemen?”
“Perfectly, Steve. I apologize for my behavior.” Miles glanced at Fēng, waiting.
“My apologies, gentlemen,” he said, shrugging…
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