The torrential rain poured down, the cake wrapped in the cardboard box was casually tossed into a puddle of dirty water by Jimmy Simmons, then mercilessly crushed underfoot.
The young man lay in the rain, covered in bruises and mud, but his eyes were emotionless, ink-black, intently observing the mess on the ground.
Jimmy Simmons stood by, mocking with a rogue's smile, "Uncle, I'm really sorry for ruining the cake you bought, but you should eat less of this cheap stuff, otherwise you'll get diarrhea."
After he finished speaking, he exchanged a smile with George River, and the gang of hooligans encircling them, following George's lead, took a trash can and tipped garbage onto Arnold Simmons.
It reeked.
Jimmy Simmons pinched his nose with disgust and stepped on Arnold's right hand, pressing down hard and grinding it back and forth until the hand was a bloody pulp, and then he finally withdrew his foot with satisfaction.
