Soon, another van drove in.
Five children and two men got out of the car.
Qin Yuan immediately used his disguise skill and quickly sneaked in.
One of the five children, a little girl, was slapped in the face by a man.
The little girl was so dizzy from the slap that she rolled on the ground for two to three meters. Her small face was already covered in bloody handprints.
The other children were so scared that they quickly squatted down and lowered their heads, not daring to look.
"I won't dare to do it again! Sob, sob, sob... Don't hit me! Uncle, I beg you, don't hit me!" The little girl endured the pain as she knelt on the ground and begged the man.
"Motherf * cker! How many times have I warned you, yet you still dare to do it. See if I don't kick you to death, you little b * tch!"
The man pounced forward and kicked the little girl to the ground.
"What happened? Why are you so angry?"
