Lin Chuxia had fought and vented her frustration, knowing full well that if these people were sent to the police station, they would likely be let go after a simple lecture, as there was no substantive criminal act.
She glanced coldly at them, "Get lost. If I see you doing harm again, don't blame me for not being polite."
"Yes, yes, yes."
The man quickly went to help Bald, who was the most battered among them; his face was swollen.
Seeing the man, Bald mumbled through the corner of his mouth, "Why didn't you tell me she could fight like that?"
"I did tell you, I told you, but you didn't believe it," the man said in a small, aggrieved voice.
One of the hoodlums stole a glance at Lin Chuxia, "You only said she wasn't someone to mess with, you didn't say how. I mean look at her, so frail and weak, I'd never have believed it."
It's all his fault for not explaining properly.
"Let's go quickly, stop talking..."
