I scoffed. To borrow food with such an arrogant attitude.
Before I could get angry, Bang spat on the ground:
"Pah! The likes of you, let's not even say Phuong doesn't have any, but even if he did, he wouldn't lend it to you."
A man grew angry, cursing obscenely as he prepared to charge. I lashed out with a kick, locking his arms behind his back and pressing him firmly to the ground with my knee, my eyes pinned directly on Cuong's wife:
"Ma'am, I am not lending you anything."
The man pinned to the ground, his face rubbing against the dirt road, looked at me with hatred. I gave a cold smile; this kind of person couldn't be dealt with by just one fight. I applied more pressure, and the man's ear-piercing scream rang out.
Cuong's wife was frantic, rushing forward to kneel on the ground, wailing:
