The square-dancing aunties were getting into their groove when the sound system was suddenly smashed, sending them all surging forward, fierce as tigers, to surround the perpetrator.
A particularly fierce-looking aunt rolled up her sleeves and charged forward, grabbing Er Long's arm, "Who's unruly kid are you, daring to smash my sound system? This is an imported Philips, pay up now!"
Er Long, wielding a gold-plated steel pipe, roared, "Screw the neighbors, do you know you're disturbing the peace? I smashed your sound system as a favor to you. If you dare to nag me again, believe it or not, I'll smash you too?"
Square dancing aunties, keyboard warriors, and urban management part-timers, known as the three main forces of Huaxia, how could they be intimidated by some street thug?
This fierce aunt grabbed Er Long by his collar, spitting as she cursed, "You little bastard, go ahead and smash, see if I'm afraid of you?"
