"Spare us! We won't do it again, never again." The man in the red jacket waved his hands, begging for mercy. "Please, let me go."
Renee Jennings estimated the time; the police should be arriving soon.
She shoved the man hard to the ground, then turned to the panicked girl beside her. "Want to kick him a few times?"
Hearing this, Stella looked up at her.
Their eyes met, and a flash of surprise flickered in both their gazes.
Renee Jennings's lips curled into a slight smile. "Don't just stand there. Hurry up."
"Okay." Stella nodded, walked over to the man in the red jacket, and channeled all her strength into her right foot, kicking him squarely in the stomach.
Hearing his pained wail, her eyes turned cold, and she landed another kick.
Stella turned her head, her gaze fixed on the man in the printed sweater, who was curled up and rolling on the ground, clutching his arm.
"You're next." She walked over and, without a word, kicked him twice. "Disgusting pig!"
