"Oh, for fuck sake!" The Boss of the Green Salmon Gang cursed. "Do you not see where you're going?!" She shouted as she opened her door and walked out of the car.
The accident hadn't been too sever or violent, but it was obvious that they wouldn't be able to reach their destination without switching vehicles.
"Who do you think you're talking to, brat?" The truck driver's face was covered by scars and bruises. "You're the one who crashed into me."
"The fuck?"
"You're talking to the Boss of the Green Salmon Gang, old hag!" The subordinate exited the vehicle as well. "You better talk with respect!"
"Oh, yeah?" The scarred woman knocked on the side of the truck, and a dozen more walked out.
"Do we have a problem here?"
"What's up?"
"Is this brat making problems?"
The Boss remained standing tall despite being obviously outnumbered.
"B-Boss… Maybe we should apologize…" The subordinate whispered. "Maybe we can still-"
