I was bowing my head and rummaging through my bag for earphones on the high-speed train.
Suddenly, a strong stench hit my nose.
When I looked back, I saw a man resting his sockless feet on the back of my seat.
Upon seeing me glare at him, the man disdainfully glanced at me, lowered his head, and continued watching bizarre videos.
"Do you have any manners?" I couldn't bear it any longer.
"No," the man replied nonchalantly.
In an instant, I understood that speaking politely to someone like him was like farting silently.
I continued, "Do you have any shame?"
"No, I don't," the man replied.
Even the lady next to him gave him a disdainful look.
"Do you have any regard for your life?"
The man hesitated, looking at me with a doubtful expression.
"Do you have any regard for your life?" I repeated.
"How can you take my life?" the man regained his composure and laughed as if he had heard a funny joke.
I looked at him determinedly and said slowly, "When we reach the next stop, at the second intersection, you will be hit by a car and die."
The man became angry and ashamed, "You damn girl, stop spouting nonsense, or I'll rip your mouth apart."
Then he sarcastically remarked, "Are you some kind of fairy from heaven? You say I'll die, so I'll die?"
I didn't want to argue with him any longer, so I called the train attendant.
As I passed by the man before changing seats, I whispered gently, "You will die a gruesome death."
"Fuck..." I heard the man curse from behind. I suddenly stopped, stood in place, and without looking back, I said to the astonished train attendant, "The more viciously he curses, the more terrible his death will be."
