"Thinking of calling the cops? As if they'd care about you! I just said a few words, and you really think you're the only one who knows the law?"
Regina clenched her fists, fuming with rage as her chest heaved angrily. "You're harassing me. You think you're untouchable? And the filth that's coming out of your mouth!"
But this guy was hell-bent on getting his way today. He lunged at her, wrapping his arms around Regina's legs in a tackle.
Regina was brought to the ground with him.
"Ahh—"
She kicked out wildly, her feet connecting with the man's face multiple times, eliciting groans of pain, but his grip didn't loosen.
Just then, the homeless man suddenly threw off his ragged old coat and stood up, yelling, "What's all this racket? Can't a guy get some sleep around here?"
Regina's eyes brimmed with tears as she pleaded for his help with a desperate gaze.
The unexpected outcry startled the drunkard, loosening his hold, and Regina took the opportunity to scramble back.
But, in the end, the homeless man just shook out his coat and draped it back over his shoulders.
"Doll, quit struggling. It's just us two, and he's not gonna lift a finger to help you."
Regina lowered her eyes, realizing she had put her hope in someone else—something she swore never to do again, knowing that relying on herself was the only sure bet.
Thinking she had given up, the drunkard staggered to his feet, spat into his hands, and wiped them on his shirt, chuckling, "Heh, let's see how a fresh young girl tastes."
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