"What...what do you want?" Shaken, Meng Baichuan retreats into the phone booth. The phone booth has a glass door, which Meng Baichuan attempts to pull closed but is abruptly yanked open by the opponent.
However, it's only a glass door, what use would it be? It would shatter with a few hits from a brick.
"Bullshit! You dared to hit my sister. Of course, I came to bash you up, do I even need to explain?" The leader, a tall and thin, bald youth, has a gecko tattooed under his left ear.
"Gentlemen shouldn't fight. We can talk it out nicely, no need for violence..."
"Fuck off! I'm a thug, not a gentleman!" The bald youth sways his fist, landing a punch on Meng Baichuan's left eye.
"Ah! You punks, is there no law left..."
"Here, I am the law!" The bald youth lashes out a kick, landing on Meng Baichuan's lower abdomen.
"Ouch! Do you know who I am? I am Meng Baichuan...I won't let you off!"
