An Ning was frighteningly calm.
Her hand on the handlebars tensed, while her other hand supported the bicycle's seat.
The people inside and outside the co-op only saw a brand-new, shiny bicycle fly in a circle over a girl's head.
The large metal bucket from the back of the bike was as docile as a little lamb, landing over An Ning's head without a single wobble.
And the girl, while hoisting the bicycle, still had the strength to stick out a foot.
"BANG—"
The madwoman holding a glass bottle, about to splash its contents, was kicked to the ground. Half the liquid splattered on the ground in front of An Ning, and the other half spilled onto the woman herself.
"AHHH—I'm going to kill you!"
The madwoman on the ground spat frantically. A foul stench of urine rose from the ground and her clothes.
"Ugh, it stinks."
"Let's back away."
The surrounding crowd covered their noses and took a few steps back. It was better to watch the drama from a clean, safe distance.
