Thanks to her fast reflex, Su Jiyai easily dodged the kick when she lifted her head to look at who kicked her, she saw three kids who looked as if they were just 7 or 8 years old.
Their sneers were far too arrogant for children, and their ragged clothes were stained with dirt and grime. Clearly, they thought they owned the place.
One of the boys, the tallest, stepped forward, puffing out his chest like he was some sort of mini-boss.
"You got a problem, cat?" he sneered, folding his arms across his chest.
Su Jiyai looked down at her half-eaten bread and sighed. "Seriously? After everything I've been through today, now I have to deal with you brats?"
The boys laughed, but it wasn't a friendly kind of laugh. It was the type that made Su Jiyai's fur bristle. The second boy, smaller but with a mean glint in his eye, kicked the dirt towards her.
