"These clothes are all name brands, feel his body for any money."
"Cut the crap!" Another male voice came through: "Keep hitting him, until he cries out for his mom and dad, you nosy little bastard!"
"Strip him of his clothes and pants, and hang him on the flagpole outside Wanyuan City!"
As the words fell, a bout of sleazy laughter guffawed.
Tang Li had just arrived at the alley entrance when she heard a boy scream in agony.
With the faint street light, she could see the scene inside the alley: a few teenagers with multi-colored hair—clearly, small-time hooligans—stood among heaps of trash cans at the end of the alley. One of them was pulling at a child's collar, pinning him against the wall, and slapped the child hard twice.
"Son of a bitch! Made you bite me! I won't stop until I've knocked all your teeth out, and then we'll share a last name!"
Song Jingtian's delicate little face instantly bore the mark of five fingers.
