Chapter 4: Fighting, Flirting, Frustration
The two thugs who blocked Zhao Yiming's path were classic goons straight out of a bad crime movie.
One had a bald head and wore an ugly, colorful shirt that looked like a giant had puked all over it. The other had punk hair—standing up and sharp enough to pop a balloon.
The last one was a woman. Her blond hair was cut short in a pixie style with side bangs. Her eyes were round and red like rubies.
She was a beautiful, tomboyish girl wearing only a black T-shirt under an oversized jacket and short pants.
Zhao Yiming was mesmerized by the woman. She had a unique kind of beauty.
"Huh? What are you looking at, moron?"
The moment the woman started talking with a curse, his image of her shattered, and he gasped.
"Lady, watch your words with an elder! Such beauty wasted on a venomous mouth like that. Truly a tragedy..." Zhao Yiming sighed, shaking his head.
"Hah?!" The woman stepped up, ready to punch him, but the two thugs' annoying voices came first.
"The hell are you talking about, asshole?! You look like you're in your twenties! What part of you screams 'old man'?" the bald thug barked.
"How dare you mock our leader!" the punk added, swinging a bat menacingly.