"Feng, let me go!" Tom said, finally calming down after a brief struggle.
Feng Shan let go, but he kept his eyes fixed on Tom, ever vigilant in case he made another rash move.
Tom took a few deep breaths, trying to compose himself. He looked at the young pilot sitting in the snow and, in a fresh wave of anger, raised his foot again.
"Bullshit! Show some of that courage you had flying at night and stand up like a man."
The young pilot scrambled to his feet. "Uncle, I know I was wrong!"
Judging by his tone and form of address, the pilot was likely Tom's nephew or a relative of the younger generation.
Feng Shan patted Tom's shoulder. "The kid dared to fly over the Tundra at night," he advised. "Teach him a lesson, but it's not a good idea with everyone watching."
"Don't you worry!" Tom cracked his knuckles, a vicious grin spreading across his face. He grabbed the young pilot by the neck, and the two disappeared into the darkness, the pilot's cries for help fading away.
