An anecdote my father told me

‌I heard that when my father was young, he got into an argument with someone while drinking all night with his friends at a bar.
There was no physical violence during the confrontation,
but I heard my father's friend used his imposing physique
to completely humiliate the person he was arguing with.
I heard he insulted him so much that it crushed his pride and things like that.
He basically destroyed the person with words.
It happened right in front of everyone.
My father was drunk and went home first,
but the next morning, my grandmother suddenly woke me up in a panic.
She said a murder had occurred at the bar in the early morning hours.
All three of the people drinking with my father had died in a stabbing.
If my father had stayed until the end, he probably would have been in big trouble too.