Bubble tea

"One regular roasted bubble tea please, extra sugar less ice."

"That's a very weird preference."

"I know right? I guess it's because Sean works himself to death, he needs the energy from the sugar."

While we were still at the counter waiting for the cashier to print out the receipt, the entrance door of the shop opened.

The man who walked in placed a hand on Mr. Anthony's shoulder, then whispered in his ear.

"You've gone too far man."

It was Tiger.

The receipt has been printed, but the cashier just let it hung on the printer, as she froze up from shock of the newly arrived customer.

I also instinctively took a few steps away, the faces of every other customer tok became uneasy and tense, everyone knows who the Tiger is, no one dares to oppose such a violent man.

"Wait in line for your turn." Mr. Anthony kept his composure, turned to Tiger with a smile and said.

"Say...if I want have business with that brat behind you, I will need to go through you don't I?"

Mr. Anthony's smile faded after that threat from Tiger, he puts on his strict face and pushed Tiger's hand off his shoulder.

"I'm gonna say yes."

"Don't you know who I am? Don't you know what happened to all those who went against me?"

"Let's not do it here."

"There's a boxing ring across the street."

The two men stared eachother off with fierce glares, Mr. Anthony looking young and bold, Tiger looking experienced and confident.

"Alright." Mr. Anthony turned to face me, "Jasper, call the cops for harassment."

The second he said that, Tiger pulled him back and threw a punch which Mr. Anthony successfully evaded.

"GET OUT THROUGH THE BACKDOOR CALL THE COPS." He ordered loudly after evading the punch.

The whole shop turned chaotic, erupted in panic, customers swarming the backdoor for a swift exit out the situation while workers shrinks into a corner.

No one's brave enough to interfere with the fight between two athletic, muscular 6'3 men, a violent one at that.

Me on the other hand, I couldn't move, Mr. Anthony is tackling the man with a reputation of being the most violent fighter in town, there's gotta be something I can do.

"RUN NOW!" He ordered yet again, but that made him lose his guard, eating a hard one because of it.

It was then my fear overpowered my hopes to help Mr. Anthony with the fight, after all, calling the cops is helping too.

I took out my phone and called the cops while backing up to the backdoor as I watch the violent fight that tumbled the majority of tables and chairs in the shop.

Mr. Anthony struggles while Tiger has him by the neck, and with his overwhelming strength, held Mr. Anthony up before launching him through the windows.

His strength was terrifying, he threw a full grown man through a reinforced glass window, shatterjng it into pieces.

"A fight broke out! We're at the Bubblelife bubble tea shop!" I explained to the phone frantically, but I still couldn't bring myself to sprint away from the scene.

Mr. Anthony has blood flowing down his face as he lies on the glass shards outside the shop, Tiger on the other hand, looked unscathed.

"I told you, next time things won't get smooth." Tiger said before advancing forward with murderous intents in his eyes.

Mr. Anthony turned to me who was still at the scene, I had explained everything necessary to the emergency centre, now I'm simply standing froze staring at the unthinkable situation.

He was still on his back, lying on sharp glass shards, his movements were delayed and sluggish due to exhaustion.

With his face bloodied, he mouthed the words, "Get the hell out of here or you're fired."

Tiger sat on top him, then claims his victory by throwing easy punches straight to Mr. Anthony's face.

"This is what happened to all those who went against me." Tiger asserted once again before delivering another heavy blow.

Every punch that landed caused my heart to skip a beat, the sounds of impacts were stark and heavy, I was trembling so badly that I dropped my phone. I'm helpless, I'm useless, there's nothing I can do.

"Oi." Tiger stopped punching, instead he gave light slaps to Mr. Anthony, as if trying to wake an asleep man.

"Tsk." Hs stood up after realising Mr. Anthony has no fights left, then turned to me with a malicious glare.

I was scared shitless, I sprinted like hell away, but I couldn't escape, he caught up to me after a few seconds.

"ARGH!" He pulled on my hair and dropped me to the ground, which hurts like hell.

"Stop!" Thankfully the cops arrived, pointing their firearms at Tiger before he can throw his punch.

"Huh! Lucky bastard." He said with a disgusting mocking tone and a scoff, then despite being on gun point, he threw his loaded punch anyways straight at my head, causing me to lose consciousness immediately for how heavy it was.