Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Despite the increasing agony from his abused hand, the boy refused to utter a sound, let alone beg for mercy.
âD*mn! Your lips are tight, little fella!â
The man gave him another slap, which flipped his face to one side.
The wallet hidden close to his breast fell out at the same time.
Startled, the boy was about to pick it up, but the man snatched it away one step ahead of him.
The bald man snorted and, with an evil laugh, flipped open the wallet, revealing the stacks of cold, hard cash and a row of exquisite credit cards.
âYo... a rich manâs kiddo, aye?!â He was astonished, his lips quickly curling into a sneaky grin. âDidnât expect you to be filthy rich, kid! I guess your familyâs rolling in the dough for you to be carrying plenty yourself!â
Youyou locked his brows deeply and said in a cold and indignant fashion, âReturn the wallet to me!â
âIs this yours?â
He laughed. âDid you say that this belongs to you? He he! Well, âtis mine now!â
Fury burned in the boyâs eyes. His brotherâs wallet, to him, was now dirtied by this manâs hand!
Distasteful...
âThis is my wallet; please donât touch it!â
His fingertip shouldnât even touch it!
He found it dirty and disgusting.
âLittle fella, I think youâve got it all wrong! You messed with my business earlier, and I have yet to teach you a lesson for it; how dare you talk back to me now?!â
The man could not contain his anger and slapped his other cheek.
The boyâs cheeks were now red and hot from these two painful slaps.
His eyes rimmed angrily, but he refused to let this sloth witness his vulnerable side, so he stubbornly pushed back his welling tears. He raised his head stoutly and glared icy daggers at the man, as if he wanted to kill him with his eyes alone!
The man snorted with condescension.
âYouâre one proud little sh*t, ainât you? Guess I hafta educate you!â
With a loud spit, he grabbed his collar and was about to kick him when a tender voice came from behind him.
âGet lost! Donât you dare touch my brother!â
The bald man jumped with a start, but before he could grasp the situation, a palpably lethal aura assaulted him from behind!
He turned around at once, only to see a child standing at the end of the alley; the boyâs shadow elongated diagonally across the alley under the moonlight.
Under the dim moonlight, he faintly saw that this menacing child had the same look as the boy in his hand now.
Feeling stunned and incredulous, the bald man turned to look at the child he was holding. It was as if he had seen a ghost!
These two kids looked identical!
âWho are you?! D*mn it!â
Little Yichen followed the GPS indicator and tracked them here. As he passed by the alley, he heard the manâs loud curses and rushed over!
He was enraged when he saw how the man was maltreating his brother. He rushed up and, using the back wall to propel his somersault, sent a flying kick into the manâs face!
Before the adult could grasp what was happening, he was jerked sideways by the kick and flew a good distance away, his back hitting the wall as a corollary!