Price Wars
編集者: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Seeing Harris give Lil’ Rick a slap, Hans stuck his tongue out and then said, "Wow, that guy’s temper is as terrible as ever. Why does he like slapping people so much?"
Lil’ Rick was dumbfounded by the slap. He didn’t understand what he’d done wrong. He looked to Harris in shock and said, "Uncle Harris, what’s going on?"
Hearing his son’s friendly way of addressing Harris, Rick’s eyebrow twitched again.
He went up to pull his son away and reprimanded him coldly, "Shut up, shut up!"
Lil’ Rick felt wronged and extremely embarrassed. His face was stinging, and he didn’t know if it was from the slap or from the embarrassment.
If it were in private, a slap wasn’t a big deal. Rather than a slap, at the Comanche Casino, when they were being pursued to pay their debts, he had been beaten until his bones almost broke.