C170 Miserable Screams

The lobby was a mess. Inside, seven or eight young men were beating up the hotel's two security guards with short iron rods. The two security guards rolled around in the lobby with their hands on their heads, screaming out in pain.

Next to them stood a beautiful woman in her thirties, holding a cigarette in her hand. She was jumping and shouting at the top of her lungs, "Hit... Hit... Hit... Hit