Evil always comes from courage

So why is he holding the tray? My heart was twitching faintly at this moment, whether it was pity or sadness, I couldn't tell clearly. The poor gentleman may have only the appearance of a waiter's clothes, so he attended his father's funeral, but he was treated like a waiter by other passengers.

Let me think about it, the direction he came from was from the side of Mrs. Frances Angela. I looked towards Mrs. Frances Angela and saw that she was chatting happily with several other gentlemen, even completely Didn't notice what was happening on Aldrich's side.

She was holding a dinner plate with a piece of cake on it. I watched her finish the piece in two or three bites and casually asked the waiter beside her to take away the plate. I already thought of the gentleman who just held the cake. What pain leaves in a hurry.

I'm sorry sir, I feel sorry in my heart for my arrogant attitude, he is a gentle gentleman

"Apologize, apologize to us! They didn't die to protect scum like you, you must apologize to all of us!"

The people watching the excitement had surrounded them. I couldn't see what was going on. I could only hear the angry voices of the two.

"You uneducated and rude person, why don't you step back and take your dirty hands away!"

I stepped forward and pushed away the crowd. Some people clicked their tongues in dissatisfaction. But when they complained and looked at me, their voices immediately stopped and fell into their stomachs.

When the anger falls, it should hit the criminal's face. , as soon as I passed through the crowd, I saw the crewman's eyes wide open, his face flushed and veins popping on his forehead. I watched him swing his fist as big as a woman's palm and hit Aldrich in the face. It hit him hard on the cheek.

One word flashed in my mind, young and vigorous. Aldrich's old donkey-like face was immediately tilted by the punch, and he fell to the ground. Covering the right side of his face, his mouth was full of blood, and he couldn't utter a single curse word for a moment.

I saw the fear in his eyes that had not faded away, and he was dodging under the candlelight. Immediately, someone screamed in my ear. I don't know who it was. Which lady's voice

"Oh my god, these vulgar servants, guards, guards, pull them away!"

Not to be outdone, the young man rushed forward to suppress Aldrich, punching his arrogant donkey face one after another. I could only see anger in his eyes. As for reason, I think. He is gone

"Knight Sface Bate, someone is starting to fight, someone is starting to fight!"

The crowd was frightened by his madness, and everyone dispersed. Some gentlemanly gentlemen subconsciously blocked the lady, but no one took the risk. I still stood there, silently. I watched quietly as he did such an irreversible thing out of grief.

Poor Mr. Aldrich, he was pushed to the ground and beaten violently just because he said something he shouldn't have said. I clearly understood I saw that his face had been beaten red and purple by this young and energetic crew member, and it had even begun to swell.

This was one-sided violence. Although I don’t like this Mr. Aldrich, such a young man has no sense of proportion. I have no good impression of him. Of course I think Mr. Aldrich needs a lesson, but judging from the current situation, this matter may not have a good outcome.