Despite the increasing agony from his abused hand, the boy refused to utter a sound, let alone beg for mercy.
"D*mn! Your lips are tight, little fella!"
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.
"Yo… a rich man's kiddo, aye?!" He was astonished, his lips quickly curling into a sneaky grin. "Didn't expect you to be filthy rich, kid! I guess your family's rolling in the dough for you to be carrying plenty yourself!"
Youyou locked his brows deeply and said in a cold and indignant fashion, "Return the wallet to me!"
"Is this yours?"
