"I'll kill you," Howie struggled, with blue veins popping on his forehead and arms.
"Oh, still a tough guy, huh? I really admire tough guys like you," the woman kicked him in the face, truly treating him like a dog.
"Hey, Melody, Melody, don't resort to violence," Nina King followed up.
"So, this is how you all like to play," Melody Thorne walked into the room and casually sat on the sofa, her laid-back demeanor irritating the woman inside.
"Who are you? Not watching where you're going?" asked the henchman following the woman.
Melody Thorne propped her chin on one hand, "Who I am isn't important. What's important is, isn't it boring playing alone? How about I join you for some fun?"
The arrogant tone made the fat woman glance at her a few more times and signaled the henchman to step back, "How do you want to play?"
