[ WP ] The competition between King Wok and China Grill at the mall food court is getting way out of hand .

Wing sun and his 3 chefs were pressed flat against the kitchen floor, scissors and knives tumbled through the air as took cover behind the counter. 
 
 `` Ching Yu! I need you up here now!'' 
 
 Wing sun was the head chef, he was their leader, and his authoritative voice penetrated the sound of furious metal. 
 
 `` Can you see them!'' Wing sun yelled. 
 
 `` No, but I can hear them in the kitchen fumbling for more knives. It's to your one o'clock, 75 meters!'' Ching Yu yelled back. 
 
 `` Alright! Sumyung Gai! Ping! There's a fresh pack of 12 dozen pear knives in the pantry! I need you two to go grab them! Ching Yu and I will provide cover! Go!'' 
 
 Wing sun wore a Fu Man Chu, facial hair that symbolized one bad-ass man form China who knew how to fight. It was similar to wearing handlebars in the western world. And like the famous Hulk Hogan, Wing sun was an old man that was built like an ox. 
 
 Ching Yu and Wing Sun started to violently lob the remaining butcher knives as the China Grill Counter. Each one that landed produced a deafening sound that was both somehow high and low in pitch. 
 
 One of the butcher knives connected with a China Grill employee, creating a 2 inch wide laceration across his right deltoid. *Got his throwing arm, * Ching Yu laughed to himself. He had just thrown his last heavy knife. 
 
 `` I told you to save one if we have to get close!'' Wing Sun said disappointingly. 
 
 Screams of rage echoed throughout the twilight Food Court. The men from China Grill were out of knives to throw, and were preparing to charge with their melee weapons. 
 
 `` Pear knives! Now!'' Ching Yu yelled towards the back. 
 
 The sudden thundering of footsteps made Wing Sun nervous, and Ching Yu could see it right through his tiny eyes. The combination of screams and galloping grew louder. 
 
 `` Ching Yu, ready the Sriracha Bomb.'' 
 
 `` Sir?'' 
 
 `` We do n't have time! Those two could be dead for all we know!'' 
 
 Ching Yu pulled out a saucepan that was crudely punctured with wires, running through the metal like its own circulatory system. Inside was the deathly hot sauce that engulfed a small plastic explosive. Ching Yu hit a few buttons and primed the timer to 10 seconds. He handed it over to his leader. 
 
 At the 3 second mark, Wing Sun hurled the device towards the leading men. It exploded violently red, making the blood and sauce indistinguishable. The four men from China Grill fell to the marble ground of the Food Court. The dust settled and silence fell. 
 
 Wing Sun looked at the chaos, but he knew that now, he could have one more counter, one more kitchen, one more team to make him even richer. 
 
 `` Thank's boss, you saved our lives.'' Ching Yu said. 
 
 Wing Sun was aloof, and did not hear his comrade. He started into the darkness of the Food Court, and during this time of the day, all the stores appeared derelict. The feeling of conquering was unlike anything Wing Sun had felt before. Millions of fantasies stormed throughout his head as he stared at his doing. 
 
 `` Ching Yu.'' 
 
 `` Yes sir?'' 
 
 `` Go find the other two, Taco's Mexico's kitchen has 4 grills...'' 
 
 
 
 

