"You didn't get the money? And you have the nerve to come back? Huh?"
The man with the scarred face darkened, his cold gaze fixed intently on the little boy as he asked in a cold voice.
"I... I had just gotten the money, there was... there was a kind big brother who wanted to give me a thousand yuan, but I ran away!"
The little boy, already quite terrified of the man with the scarred face, became even more frightened when spoken to in such a way, his speech turning incoherent.
"What!"
The scarred man's face turned an ashen hue in an instant, and without another word, he lifted his foot and kicked the little boy in the abdomen repeatedly, cursing as he kicked:
"Goddammit, how did I end up raising such a useless piece of trash like you? Someone was giving you money, and it was a thousand yuan, and you ran away? Are you brain-damaged? Huh? What a waste of food!"
"No... it's not like that, please, please don't hit me!"
The little boy cried out.
