When his "Boss" finally retracted the hand compressing the back of his skull and stood up as if nothing had happened, the supposedly mellowed Wilde immediately flipped onto his back and retaliated with an all-mighty kick to the crotch.
GONG!
Whether his target had steel balls or a protective shell, the sound of the impact resonated throughout the hangar and all the men present winced with compassion. The victim's complexion, in particular, went straight to purple and his legs began to wobble for one very obvious reason...
"WILDE! I'll KILL YOU!" The tattooed chief suddenly screamed out, totally infuriated. His eyes were red with fury and he was literally frothing at his mouth like a ferocious beast contaminated with rabies.
With his chief's expression of sheer insanity, the culprit felt immediately that the direction of the wind had changed. He was reckless and carefree, but certainly not suicidal.