Yet that woman went on with no humanity. “Don’t you know that? You better have an eye on her!”
Mei’s eyes reddened, a cloud of black smog billowed into the sky.
With a howl of rage, Bing grabbed the neck of an unfi nished beer bottle from one serving table, advanced and threw it hard in front of the woman and behind Mei. The beer sprayed on their faces, their chests and Mei’s back. The sharp broken pieces lay here and there around their fi gures. The shock silenced the woman. Mei was shuddering. The onlookers began to recede, one by one, as Bing cried out, “The show is over!”