But the woman squatted down, pulled out a gun and slammed the butt hard against my mouth.
The metallic, bloody taste instantly filled my mouth.
She pressed the gun against my temple and hissed. “You intentionally hurt someone and you still dare to attack the police?”
I shook my head.
In response, I was punched again and again. Blood gushed uncontrollably from my nose.
Just as my consciousness began to blur, Yumi appeared, dragging a pale-faced Ryan with her.
She looked down at me from above, her face full of grief and indignation. “Yale, you hit Ryan so hard that he had a heart scare—someone has to take the responsibility for this! Don’t look at me like that. I’m doing this for your own good! After all, the world is big; there will always be people richer and more powerful than you. Not everything can bend to your will!”
“Yumi, if you treat me like this, you’ll regret it sooner or later!”
My threat only made Yumi chuckle.
She stifled her laughter and continued to lecture me from her lofty position. “Behave and be sensible and you won’t suffer losses like this again! I’ll come pick you up in ten days.”
She was surprisingly precise.