Ye Xian flexed her wrists and ankles before exerting all her strength, kicking open the stall door with a powerful kick.
With a loud "bang"—
a clamor ensued as people inside the compartment were startled.
The girl pinned against the wall, tears blurring her vision, looked against the light to see the outline of a boy outside the door slowly raising his hand, pressing down his duckbill cap; the brim shadowing most of his handsome face, he moved slowly towards her.
Seeing that the newcomer was a slim young boy, the greasy middle-aged man became even more brazen, "Who's this little brat, daring to meddle... Ah!"
Ye Xian grabbed him by the hair from behind and yanked him out with such force that he felt his scalp might tear off, his face contorted in pain. Just as he was about to retaliate, Ye Xian's fist smashed into his eye.
"Ah!"
"Ya!"
Another punch made the other eye symmetrical.
"Ugh!"
A direct kick aimed for his mouth knocked out two teeth.
