As soon as she finished speaking, she immediately took off her other high heel and prepared to hit me on the head.
Seeing her snarling and exerting force, I could imagine the pain of the heel piercing into my head if she succeeded.
This time, I even used the self-defense skills I had learned before, just to barely break free from under her.
If I didn't lose my temper, she would think that I relied on men to live.
My escape angered her, and her eyes turned red.
At the moment when she raised her hand high, I pointed to the wound on my face and shouted sternly,
"This is the evidence of your intentional harm. There are so many witnesses at the scene, and the cameras have recorded the whole process of you hurting me. Stop now, and I can let you go. Otherwise, you'll be sorry for it!"
When Makena heard these words, a trace of panic flashed in her eyes.
At this moment, the wives she brought with her rushed in from the door.
All of them started to angrily scold me.
"How can you have the face to call the police? It's outrageous. People here can even down you with their spit! The reporters were called by us. Ask if anyone will be your witness!"