Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 4567 | Page 259

Feng couldn’t help seeing himself as a bare toy, getting sneered and jeered at by a bunch of bullies. He could
hear the snickering ringing non-stop inside his ears again and again. He covered his ears, but it was useless ---
they somehow merged into cacophony, which would drive him crazy yet again.
“Oh I see, so you don’t like loud stuff, DO YOU?”
“Welp, you can’t help it bro!
We’re just speaking loudly, not being rude to you. LITTLE, KID!”
Feng was feeling so furious and deeply humiliated at the same time he started to back away from the child whom
he was supposed to help. Worse still, he had to admit his own defeat. For each step he edged backwards, the
bullies advanced further close to his shaking legs.
“STOP!” a voice suddenly shouted.
Out came a man, or to be more accurate, a beast accompanied with a chest shaped like a barrel and his mane
dancing with a crimson headband by the wind on his head. Standing under the moonlight, the colour of his
bright red vest shone onto the whole crossroad, like a star glittering in the gloom.
“Look! Look!
“Wow! Now that’s what I call a fit one.”
“Oh!
Someone is going to rebel against them!”
He’s so… boorish.
I mean, look at what he’s wearing!
His outfit!”
“Man… he seems valiant… for this, I mean his hair.”
The boor was hemmed in by the gangsters in a split second, which resembled a pack of hungry wolves licking
their lips at a helpless victim.
“That’s none of your business!!”
“What do you want?” One of the gangsters got ahold of an iron bar, “You want to fight?’
Whoosh! Whoosh! The gangster charged at the boor with the iron bar upheld, bringing it down with a
swing before going into a flurry. He was fierce, but the boor was quicker. As light as a feather, he whooshed
and whooshed throughout the frenzy.
The boor’s leg flashed upwards and struck with full force. The blow landed on the gangster’s Achilles tendon.
Everyone gazed in astonishment and decided to run away from this mighty figure who seemed to do even more
harm than the gangsters. All of them elapsed, leaving Feng and the boor behind, amidst the ruins of a past
commotion in the Bund.
“Yo kiddo… you good?” the boor asked.
“I’m good.” replied Feng. “Thanks for saving me.’
“Forget about it, kid. Indeed, I should be the one thanking you --- after all, you gave up scampering away like
the others.”