Tobias gave him a look of disgust. He got up, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped his hands. Then he kicked Eason, who was on the ground, and said in disgust, "Get out of here. Don't show up in front of me ever again!"
Hearing his words, Eason got up and ran away on unsteady legs.
I breathed a sigh of relief and looked around. "I should take a taxi later when I'm going back. It's not safe," I thought to myself.
After cleaning his hands, Tobias turned around to look at me, and asked, "Do you need a ride?" He wanted me to leave.
I quickly shook my head. "No, thank you!"
When I was about to start walking in the direction of where I came from, I realized Tobias was following behind me. I asked in confusion, "Is there anything else, Mr. Hayes?"
He rolled his eyes at me and said, "Are you the only one who can walk on this path?"
I shook my head. "Of course not!"
He shrugged. "All's good then."
I sighed. "What a strange person," I thought. After walking some distance, I heard a phone ring. Wait, that was my phone, but where is it?
I looked around me and realized that my bag was with one of the men behind Tobias.
Tobias gave them a signal, and they took my phone out of my bag. When I went to get it, Tobias snatched it away.
I was so frightened by his anger that I didn't dare to say a word. I just stared blankly at him, feeling confused.
He squinted, obviously trying to hold back his anger. "My mother indeed did not teach me. What's the matter? Huh? What's the matter? Do you want to teach me?"
With a darkened face, he slowly approached me. I was scared. I took a few steps back, almost falling down. He looked at me with disdain; his eyes were icy cold. "Only Hendrix, who has a low taste, would be interested in you. You are really lucky."
My blood was boiling. I retorted, "Tobias, are you out of your mind? Can't you just talk properly? You make me sick!"
I squatted down to pick up the broken phone on the ground. He gave me a little push and I fell to the ground. I watched as he left with his men.
It was rather baffling. "Psycho," I concluded.
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