Out of a door in the abandoned factory came a dozen young people with their hands raised, and the police outside immediately rushed over.
The guy at the front walked up to Allen and delivered a punch, "Get down!"
Allen didn't move, just looked on, and the same officer punched him again.
With large movements, the items he was carrying jingled noisily.
With one punch, Allen's cheekbone immediately reddened and two spots broke skin; it was not a light punch.
He spat a mouthful of blood-tinted saliva onto the policeman's shoes. Just as the officer wanted to teach him a few more punches about respecting cops, someone held his arm and shook their head.
"You're lucky!"
The officer who arrived later pulled him aside, "There's no need for that..."
The cop who hit Allen said nothing, just kept silent.
Of course, he knew there was no need to do so, but living in this world isn't just about oneself; there are many people and matters.
