It's not until the sound of the fight that lasted no more than a few seconds ceased that the little boy, holding his breath in anxiety, realized he should remove his hat. But before he could lift his hand, another had already grasped the brim of his hat, lifting it gently, and restoring his clear view.
However, what reentered his sight, other than the unharmed Flossie Wright, were two burly men lying on the ground, desperately begging for mercy.
"Let's go."
Flossie Wright didn't even glance at the two men lying on the ground. After adjusting the boy's hat, she simply took his hand and left, not caring at all about what had just happened.
Meanwhile, everyone who had witnessed the fight subconsciously shivered, as if they had just passed through the gates of hell.
