She put the camera pointed at my face and roared angrily, "Snatch! Why did you pull me here? Do you want me to do it!"
The security guards gradually approached, and Shirley was completely anxious.
Shirley reached out to pick up the broken porcelain on the ground and hit me on the back.
The sharp end of the pieces pierced into the skin on my back through my clothes in an instant.
Blood spilled all over the ground.
I gritted my teeth and didn't let myself make a sound. My eyes were bloodshot with hatred.
Brian, Shirley, I want you to die with my dad!
Shirley had just poured a glass of wine on my clothes, and now my wound was burning.
Shirley was still shouting, "Hurry up, smash that jar! Step on her shoulder! Break her hands and feet open!"
As I struggled, the blood kept gushing out of the wound.
Seeing this, the security guards in the distance hurriedly called the police.
Hearing their voices on the phone, Shirley completely lost her mind.
Then, Shirley sat down on my back and pressed down on my wound.
I screamed in pain.
Seeing this, the group of bodyguards hurriedly reached out and took the urn from my arms.
They raised it high and smashed it on the ground with all their strength.