Chapter 3

The bus attendant was afraid the situation would escalate further, so he and a few passengers restrained me.

Seeing that I was held back, the old man pointed at me and shouted, "Just you wait! I'm going to sue you for assault. I'll make sure you go to jail!"

"Want to bet I'll cripple your hand?" I walked up to him step by step and grabbed the finger he was pointing at me with.

The old man howled in pain, glaring at the people around him. "Why aren't you stopping her? She's completely insane!"

I kicked him hard in the knee. The old man cried out and immediately fell to his knees.

"I hate it when people call me crazy," I said.

This time the old man didn't dare make any more moves.

I saw him take out his phone and make a call, muttering something I couldn't hear.

"Oh, calling for backup? What, did you lose the fight so now you're calling mommy?" I taunted.

I stepped forward and snatched his phone, throwing it to the ground.

"You like throwing things, don't you? Let me help you!" I said.

I went up and slapped him hard across the face twice.

I shoved the empty pill bottle in his face again. "Look carefully. What kind of medication is this? This is your lifeline, not mine."

I slapped him again.

The old man was so angry he was trembling all over, no longer caring about being scared.

"You...you just wait. You'll see how my son deals with you when we get to the stop. I'll make you kneel and call me grandpa!"

Oh, so we're almost at the stop and he's got backup coming. Feeling tough now, are we?

"Alright, alright. You want to fight? Bring it on! I haven't thrown down in a long time. I'll use you to warm up first!"

Without waiting for the old man's reaction, I went up and kicked him.

You dare glare at me? That deserves a hit.

Gritting your teeth like you want to eat me? That deserves a hit.

Not keeping your hands to yourself? That deserves a hit.

Being this ugly and daring to go out in public? That deserves a hit.

And so I kept hitting him the whole way, smacking him whenever I felt like it.

Suddenly the old man stood up and shouted loudly, "Over here! I'm over here!"

Looks like we've reached the stop.

0Among the crowd, I immediately spotted the person the old man was calling for.

How should I put it - his obesity was exactly like the old man's. Like father, like son.

He shoved his way roughly through the passengers in the aisle, holding a cigarette between his fingers. He pointed at me and said, "So you're the one who beat up my dad