Chapter 6

Vio came out of the CCTV room. She was looking for the whereabouts of the person who had harassed him. She was furious because she couldn't find that person either. Vio ran outside the Minimarket. She looked left and right, but nothing.

"Where's that bastard?" Vio squeezed her hand. She felt immense anger. She couldn't just let that person go. Because if left unchecked, there will be other victims. She had to teach such a pervert a lesson.

Most women in the world are deliberately silent when harassed. They may feel embarrassed if others know about the incident. However, Vio is different, and she will still make that person learn a lesson.

Vio narrowed her eyes. She saw someone who she had ultimately remembered from in the CCTV room.

"I got you!" Vio smiled crookedly. She immediately ran towards the clumsy-looking man holding a hat.

The man kept looking behind him as if afraid of being chased by something. The girl wearing jeans and a leather jacket tried to catch up with him. She didn't want to get away with this problem.

"That's fine. I want to leave. What kind of woman does he think I am? Already accusing someone else. Ouch! I hope I won't see you again. If I did, I'd prefer to hide under the table rather than face him."

Tonight the streets look very quiet. There were not many cars milling about. Maybe because it's just a tiny road, not a highway, plus it was already ten o'clock at night, the curfew had already taken effect. Not much is outside the house.

"Stop!" Vio shouted. The man immediately glanced over. He was surprised that Vio was after him. The man kept running. He crashed into everything in his path. Vio tried to run as hard as he could and....

BUGS! Vio threw a kick at the man's back until the man fell to the ground. How can a woman's strength be that strong? The man directly touched his nose, which was bleeding. Vio, who felt angry, looked at the man with hatred. Right now, she wanted to swear, spit out all the dirty vocabulary she knew.

"Why are you suddenly attacking me?" The man got up instead of looking at Vio with an angry look. He would be very embarrassed if anyone saw this incident.

"You have harassed me at the Minimarket. Still asking why?!" accused Vio. The girl was fearless, as if she had no fear. The man looked embarrassed. His expression immediately changed.

"Who said? You have no proof!" said the man. He felt confident because he didn't know if Vio had seen everything through CCTV.

Vio pulled the corner of his lips up. "Who says I don't have evidence? I can provide as much evidence as possible," said Vio confidently.

"You talk too much!" The man started attacking Vio. He threw a punch at the girl, but Vio swiftly caught the man's fist with one hand. Vio gripped the man's hand with all her might until the man felt pain.

The man's eyes widened in shock; maybe he didn't think a girl like Vio could make him sick. It turned out that the kick was not a coincidence, but it was because the girl did master martial arts.

The man who knew one hand could not immediately let go. He threw a punch with the other hand. However, his fate was not much different. Vio can catch them all.

"You think I can't fight just because I'm a woman? I'll take you to prison right now. So that there are no other victims!" Vio threatened. She has a trauma of abuse like this, making her a different person.

"Ow...!" Vio felt a kick on his leg until he looked down slightly in pain. She did not think that the man would aim at her calf. Finally, the grip on her hand loosened.

"Do not expect!" replied the man. The man didn't want to be battered and chose just to run.

'Instead of me going to jail, it's better just to run away,' said the man on his run. "Do not run!" Vio shouted.

"Ouch!" The furious Vio finally threw the shoes he was wearing. The man screamed when something hit the back of his head. "Eat my stinky shoes!" Vio ran again and jumped at the man.

She made his body fall on the man. Now the man's position on his stomach with Vio sitting on it. Vio tried to tie the man's hands behind his back so he wouldn't move anymore. She always hangs a rope in her trouser pocket.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" They were both startled by a scream from behind.

'He is again. Why should we meet again?' Vio thought. She felt lazy to meet again with the man she accused earlier, perhaps more precisely embarrassed—shame for being wrong.

Brian looked at Vio, tying the man's hands behind his back, then turned to look at the man. Why did he even want to laugh?

"Why are you here?"