The leader groaned as he tried to sit up, his face has now swollen and filled with bruises. His left eye was nearly shut, and blood trickle out from a cut on his lip. His cheekbone had already started to darken with a nasty purple hue.
The other two men couldn't move closer to me, their confidence has disappeared as they saw their leader groaning in pain on the ground. They looked at one another feeling nervous, their bravado had already faltered. One of them finally mustered the courage to speak.
“You better apologize to our boss,” he said, and pointing at me with a trembling hand. “Or else you’ll regret this later. You don’t know who you’re messing with!”
I smiled, stepping forward, my eyes locked on his. “Oh, really? Then why don’t you come over here and show me who I’m messing with?
