บท 1099: Stand Up

At the back of the resort, a group of security guards was pinning a struggling man on the floor, while two guards were holding a girl, aged about seventeen or eighteen, who was crying and yelling. 

"Let me go! Let me go!" The man who was pinned against the floor had bloodshot eyes because of the fight. Similarly, the guards were anxious and in the rage with their fists curled tightly.

"Brother, Brother—" the girl shouted with teary eyes. Beside them was a food delivery cart.

The captain of the security was a man in his thirties with a sleazy and cunning look. He was badly beaten, his eyes swollen and his nose bloodied. He pinched the restrained man's face and snarled, "Ma Zhong, you should be grateful that we've accepted your food delivery service, and it is your honor that we've taken a liking to your sister. How dare you to make a scene here? You are just a retired and disabled veteran, who do you think you really are?"

"Say it again, you bastard."