Edwards expression was cold as he glanced at them before turning away, walking calmly towards the exit of the flower shop.
"You... dont think Im afraid of you!" the thug stammered, spreading his arms to block his followers from advancing, his eyes fixed menacingly on Edwards every move.
Edward stopped in front of the wooden rack, bent down to place the flower pot, and then turned to walk back inside.
The complete disregard for the thugs presence made him feel humiliated, and he roared, raising the steel pipe and swinging it viciously at Edwards head!
Thud!
Blood trickled from Edwards forehead, streaming down and reddening his eyes, yet he didnt fight back.
"Afraid to fight back now, huh? You were pretty tough earlier, werent you, you coward!" the thugs arrogance grew more outrageous.
He cursed and swore, the steel pipe landing on Edward one blow after another, and soon his clothes were soaked in blood.
The followers behind him felt a pang of fear; they were just unemployed vagrants who talked tough but had hardly seen real blood.
"B... Boss, if we keep going, someones going to die," one of The younger brothers approached timidly, trying to dissuade him.
"Useless piece of crap, get out of my sight!" the thug was blinded by rage.
The elderly residents of Elder Street, who were fond of Elizabeth and knew her from the flower shop, quickly called the police when they saw what was happening. A few brave ones picked up sticks to drive the thugs away!
A passing schoolgirl, curious, glanced over and screamed in fright at the sight of blood.
Elizabeth turned off the loud exhaust fan, carried out the last bowl of minced pork with eggplant, and walked towards the staircase, wondering why Edward hadnt come up yet.
She untied her apron as she approached the stairway, and in her line of sight was a shocking splash of red!
Edward looked up at her, his eyes holding a hint of expectation, like a well-behaved child seeking praise from an adult.
Elizabeths eyes widened, and she covered her mouth. In the next second, she grabbed the black umbrella propped by the stairway and charged down furiously!
"Ill teach you to bully people! You scumbag, Ill beat you to a pulp..." Elizabeth screamed, her voice cracking as she swung the black umbrella down on the thug like a storm.
Elizabeth didnt give him a chance to fight back, retracted her hand, and with a fierce shout, jabbed it towards his eyes!
The thug stared at the umbrella tip, which was just a few centimeters away from his face, and swallowed hard.
"I... I run this neighborhood, and if you dare touch me today, Ill make sure your shop doesnt last!"
Elizabeth sneered disdainfully and kicked him hard in a sensitive spot, exuding a tough-girl aura. "When I was running the streets, you were still in your mothers womb! Threatening me? Youve got some nerve!"
She pressed down hard with her foot.
The thug winced in pain and pleaded, "Sis, big sister... I was wrong, please dont be angry, dont be angry..."
Elizabeth poked his head with the umbrella. "After causing this much damage, you think one dont be angry will be enough?"
"What... what do you want me to do, and Ill do it," the thug begged, tears streaming down his face.
"Well, I suppose you should see some blood too," Elizabeth said, nodding towards one of The younger brothers behind the thug. "Go, bring me a bigger flower pot from that shelf!"
The younger brothers straightened up instinctively and walked stiffly to the wooden rack, picking the largest flower pot and handing it to Elizabeth.
"Rest assured, Ive been in the game for years and have mastered a bit of skill. I wont kill you," Elizabeth said with a smile, holding the flower pot in both hands and gesturing towards the thugs face.
She nodded in satisfaction, "Perfect."
With that, she let go, and the flower pot smashed straight onto the thugs face, his scream startling the doves resting on the opposite balcony.
Elizabeth clapped her hands, glanced at The younger brothers who had come with the thug, and narrowed her eyes. "What? Still standing there, wanting to avenge your boss?"
The younger brothers shook their heads in terror and, supporting their boss, fled like the wind.