The man continued to wail on the ground as if he wouldnât be satisfied until he extorted a hefty sum from Steven.
The girl sitting beside me cautiously approached and discreetly filmed the shameless man before nervously asking me, âMiss, is he your boyfriend? He seems so cool.â
I looked up at Steven, who was glaring at the man.
He was probably already thinking about how to deal with this guy and put an end to this nuisance.
Taking a deep breath, I forced a smile. âYeah, thatâs just his personality.â
âIâm warning you, this wonât stop until you pay up. Are you in cahoots with this disgraceful woman to attack people in broad daylight?â The man continued his tirade. Since no one was paying him any mind, he redirected his accusations toward the girl beside me.
In truth, the girlâs attire was quite normal. She was wearing a floral sundress that accentuated her wellâproportioned figure. She gave off a sunny, youthful vibe.
But the man persisted in criticizing her attire.
âYouâre the indecent one,â the girl retorted in tears.
Stevenâs glare sent shivers down the manâs spine.
I guessed if the man knew Steven was mentally ill, he would be trembling in fear.
F Indeed, the man seemed genuinely scared. He hesitantly inched away from Steven on the ground.
âWhat are you looking at?â
He didnât dare provoke Steven, who towered over him, so he directed his aggression toward me.
I sighed, reaching out to tug at Stevenâs sleeve. I wasnât afraid of the man extorting us, was afraid Steven might lose control.
I didnât understand the world of the mentally ill. They were too unpredictable.
âIâm telling you, you have to pay up, or this wonât end!â the man continued to scream.
but I âHeâs trying to blame you guys. I bet heâll call the police. When they arrive, Iâll testify for you,â the girl offered to help us avoid trouble with the man.
I remained silent and held onto Steven tightly.
âYouâre all a bunch of crooks. I bet you two are prostitutes too!â The man persisted in his accusations.
With a loud thud, Steven stepped forward and kicked the man against the subway door.
The manâs greasy face bore the imprint of Stevenâs shoe, and blood began to trickle from his nose.
âHe assaulted me! Help! Assault!â the man started to cry out, attempting to attract more attention.
Steven walked over, grabbed his collar, and punched him in the eye.
He crouched there with an impassive expression, as if he were engaged in something intriguing.
He grabbed the manâs collar and effortlessly delivered another punch, swelling both of the manâs eyes.
The man let out a cry as he looked fearfully at Steven. Despite being a middleâaged man with considerable strength, he was completely overpowered by Steven.
Although Steven appeared slender and tall, he possessed an unexpected amount of strength.
âStevenâ¦â I nervously stood up, attempting to intervene.
Meanwhile, the girl beside me admirably covered her mouth. âOh my god, heâs so crazy! I love it.â
I couldnât comprehend the girlâs comment in this situation.
Steven glanced back at me.
The man attempted to launch a surprise attack on Steven.
Instinctively, I tried to help him, but the manâs strike missed. Steven caught it instead.
He truly was quite mad.
With everyone watching, he grasped the manâs wrist and exerted a firm pressure.
There was a crack, followed by a bloodcurdling scream.
The manâs phone fell from his pocket as he writhed in pain on the ground.
I facepalmed. This was really bad.
âI hereby declare that Iâm done idolizing celebrities. Iâm going after him. Heâs so handsome!â The girl excitedly filmed Steven.