The fatso didn't understand Sisi's inner world. Seeing her dawdle without handing over the money, he decided to teach her a lesson.
He kicked at Sisi's little lamb scooter, accompanied by a loud noise and an arrogant tone, "What's the dragging for, huh? We still wanna go drinking! Don't have time to waste on you!"
Sisi hurriedly handed over the money. The fatso took it and shone a flashlight on it, immediately becoming enraged, "Are you fucking kidding me? Just a handful of bucks? Not even enough to buy a bottle of beer at the bar!"
With that, he threw the money right at Sisi's body.
Sisi didn't dare to pick it up, just meekly explained, "That's all the money I've got left!"
The fatso spat at Sisi, "Bullshitting me? You dare walk around with this little money? Give me your bag!"
Someone by his side reminded, "She's tricking you!"
Realizing he'd been insulted, the fatso grew even more furious. He kicked Sisi's scooter hard again, but this time he didn't control his strength properly and almost broke his own foot. Unable to cry out in pain in front of Sisi, he redirected all his anger at her, "Hand over you ****** bag! Are you deaf—"
As he spoke, he reached out to snatch the small crossbody bag from Sisi.
Sisi thought to herself that she hadn't refused to give it to him, but why was the fatso so impatient? She used to ride her scooter, and to prevent her small crossbody bag from getting lost, she'd used a very dumb method to wrap it around herself in three loops to the left and three to the right, making it extra secure. The fatso pulled several times with all his might, but the bag just wouldn't come off—
One irritation after another brought the fatso's temper to a breaking point. To make matters worse, his two brothers didn't show him any respect, chuckling at his clumsy attempts. That made the fatso's blood boil. Seeing that he couldn't rip off the crossbody bag, he yanked open Sisi's coat instead.
It was the transition between spring and summer, and Sisi, wanting comfort, wore only a tank top under her big, casual coat.
Even though the light was dim, the sight of Sisi, unexpectedly substantial in the chest and strikingly slim in the waist as her coat was pulled open, gave the fatso a jolt.
He hadn't expected this scruffy girl, who seemed completely devoid of any sense of style or curves, to actually...
The other two also gawked!
Poor Sisi only knew that the crossbody bag's strap had painfully rubbed against her during their scuffle, and now that the fatso was not moving, she quickly began to massage the sore spot on her arm, completely unaware of the swallowing sounds around her.
Three pairs of eyes glinting like wolves' were rapidly encircling her, exchanging lustful glances with one another, deciding on the order and positions for what was next...
The fatso, as the one who had made the first move, obviously went first. But before his grubby hands could touch the hem of Sisi's clothes again, they were harshly seized and twisted. Amid a pig-slaughter-like howl, the fatso was flung away like a torn sack and crashed into a distant garbage can.
The other two, horrified by the sudden change, didn't stop to wonder who the nimble, godsend fighter was; they charged together, trying to overpower him with numbers, only to be sent flying by his iron fists without even a chance to groan.
Seeing they were no match, the three didn't dare to talk tough and scampered away despondently.
Sisi just had the time to rub her arm a bit when she realized the robbers had been replaced!
She looked up blankly at the tall man before her, instinctively feeling he was more dangerous than the previous three.
Because he said nothing, just silently gazed at her. That chilly stare was enough to make her legs weak.
This time, she didn't dare let anyone else make a move, quickly removing the small crossbody bag from her body and handing it over respectfully. But the man showed utter disdain for the small bag in her hand, instead taking one step closer to her.