Alright, first, I'll load up a punch.
I stepped forward and asked. I had to know what was going on before I could throw a punch or do anything else.
"What's going on?"
"Who are you? Just because you're a foreigner? Get lost if you don't want to get punched in the face."
"You're quite aggressive, aren't you? But I wasn't asking you, Ms. Pig."
At my casual remark, the people around me laughed. Of course, the pig bitch just trembled.
"What? You bastard!"
The woman raised her hand as if to strike. Of course, she lacked the courage or strength to strike, so it was just a gesture.
Instead, the burly man next to her clenched his fist and glared at me.
"Did you just make fun of my wife?"
"What, she was your wife? Not a pig for sexual release? My bad, you're a pig too."
"Puh-hahahahaha!"
The onlookers laughed even louder. It seemed I had really set them off.
But it's a fact, isn't it? Laugh more.
I had to do my job.
