It is my modus

Boss Fang made his way into the kitchen as a big grin was plastered over his face. Two of the gang members proceeded to the exits on either side of the kitchen.

Mr Ming looked on, but surprisingly he wasn't alarmed at the sudden intruders as they entered. Taf, however, was astonished at their sudden arrival.

'Damn it! When did these bastards follow me?

I swear I took detour after detour to make sure I wasn't, just in case. I was careless; this is not good.

Ok, think!

...think!

...think!" Taf continued to berate himself while trying to keep calm.

"Runt! Thought everything was wrapped neatly in a bow, fine and dandy, huh? I saw clues of your intent the moment you started hollering."

Boss Fang uttered as he saw the startling revelation dawn on Taf,

"Not bad, though; you even impressed me with that act of yours.

I would have encouraged you to join the theatre, but I don't think they will accept a dead corpse." Boss Fang grin started looking diabolic the more he spouted.

Tafari didn't even pay him any heed as different scenarios continued to play out in his mind.

'At the very least, I have to ensure old man Ming is not hurt. How could I live with myself if I let him get injured because of my own stupidity?'

" Old man, nice business you have here. Nice..., nice indeed, I'm also a businessman.

A philanthropist In some regards, so I'll take 70% of your days intakes.

Considering the circumstances, that sounds like a good gesture; what do you think?" Boss Fang jeered while using a toothpick in his teeth,

" ...Or I could take a 100% and break your meagre old legs. I'm sure you would score some pity points with the guests as you crawl on the floor to welcome them."

The members of the gang's laughs filled the kitchen as their boss jest. Still, Old Ming was calm and composed. He allowed Boss Fang to have his bit of fun.

"You know I like monologues.

Do you know why I like them so much, Taf?

It's simple; it gives me an indication of how much pain to inflict."

Old man Ming smiled as he patted Taf shoulder in a bit to calm his tiny racing heart,

"Small monologues, slightly less severe pain, and longer ones get severe pain.

Then there are those with threats to me or the ones I love. Now that's a no-no, and those are ranked in the category of death by excruciating pain.

I call it 'Hell has no fury like my own,

it is my modus." Old man Ming stared at the visitor with no change in his demeanour. It was as though all was in his sphere of control.

Taf was taken back by the words spoken by old man Ming. All the scenarios in his head started to fade away, and one final dawned on him.

Boss Fang had an ominous feeling as the words were spoken.

His skin started to crawl, and fear, for some reason, crept into his heart. Boss Fang was scared shitless as he felt perhaps his hand was overplayed, and he unwillingly stuck his head into the welcoming mouth of a tiger.

'Wh- who the hell is this guy?!'He subconsciously thought.

"First lesson Taf be aware of your surroundings; sometimes it might be your greatest asset. Use it to your advantage to lead a devastating blow to your enemies."

As old man Ming spoke, he then swiped a knife from the counter, and as if cutting through butter, the nearest gang member's throat was sliced without him being able to lift a finger to defend himself.

His hands grappled for his throat as blood gushed forth, washing the floor red.

With his actions, utter silence filled the kitchen as the shock was the only thing present.

" You killed him?!" Boss Fang shuttered as his knees started to buckle. He was frozen in utter confusion about what had just taken place.

" Yes, I did indeed,

Hmmm!

I know you feel left out, but hush, old Ming never forgot about you. In fact, you're old Ming's second lesson."

A most sincere smile was plastered over old Ming's face, but to Fang, it was worse than the smile of the devil himself.

" PLEASE, I HAVE SEEN MY FAULTS. PLEASE, I BEG YOU SPARE ME!" Boss Fang pleaded as his feet were frozen to the ground.

Yet Old ming continued his lecture, "The second lesson to those that wish you and the ones you love harm, hell should be just a vacationing spot in their thoughts."

Boss Fang sped off like a gust of wind only to see a presence lazily waiting for him.

"I see you finally decided to run. How am I supposed to showcase my skills if you had just trembled in fear?"

A punch was thrown, but old Ming dodged with ease. Then, the punches were followed by a series of powerful kicks that mashed the nearby tables in half.

" Taf, do you see what this idiot is doing wrong? He has put all the emphasis on power but has no agility whatsoever.

What's the point of having all the power and not being able to hit your opponent".

Taf was shocked at the overall turn of events, but he observed as boss Fang threw kicks and punches that only seemed to affect the surrounding furniture.

"I grow tired of you. It's time for you to die, and as I remember, I did promise you the most excruciating of deaths. I see it's finally ready; it took long enough."

Swiftly, Mr Ming drew for a pot that had flames under it. The pot boiled, and the contents seemed to be smelting hot. He then threw all the contents on boss Fang's head.

" Argh, fuck it burns, Fucking help me, you bastards!" Boss Fang ran to no avail, only managing to make it close to the door before collapsing dead.

" What's more painful than a pot of oil all poured all over one's head, I wonder?

Sigh!

What an unfortunate thing indeed. "Mr Ming shook his head as he stated aloud after watching Fang collapse.

"Now Taf, the third lesson is...

absolutely no-one survives."

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To be continued...