Milos was gnashing her teeth, fierce and glaring at the curtain before her.
She desperately wanted to drag the man inside out and beat him up, or fetch a bucket of scalding hot water and splash it inside, making him grimace in pain, hop around screaming, and turn into a drenched chicken with burnt feathers!
Unfortunately, she couldn't do the former, and the latter was even less feasible.
On Milos's smooth forehead, there remained a fingernail-sized red mark that hadn't faded, burning with pain, which pulled her unrealistic fantasy back to reality, reminding her that the man inside was no easy adversary.
If she wasn't careful, failing in retaliation was a small thing, she might truly get hurt.
Milos glanced at the black man sitting slumped to the side and got even angrier, stomping on him with her high heel without moderation, "Harrison! You useless trash, get up for me!"
