Lee glanced at both sides, sensing that this was a case of a failed pick-up attempt turning into harassment, and it seemed they'd hit a tough nut.
Lee had encountered many such incidents before, where the weaker female party usually suffered in silence.
This time, seeing a strong and capable woman, Lee couldn't help but take another look at Ann Morris.
A very pretty young lady, contrasting with the frightened girl she was protecting, she was so composed it seemed like she wouldn't flinch even if the sky was falling.
The man with a sickle tattoo on his neck looked at Lee and then lowered his voice to announce his identity, "Boss, we're from the Black Sickle Gang."
Then he continued, "We're sorry, but this lady hit my brother, and we must settle this score. Of course, we'll take it outside so as not to offend you on your turf."
Black Sickle Gang?
Lee sneered, thinking what kind of a newly emerged, insignificant gang thought they were so capable?
