Seeing Elly Campbell look at him unwaveringly, a sense of unease settled in the man's heart.
Her icy gaze swept over the man's face, then she turned to leave.
"Stop right there, you bitch! Believe it or not, I will beat the crap out of you!"
As the man saw Elly intending to walk away, he stepped forward to block her. Having been angered by Elly's stare, as if to regain some dignity, he raised his fist to smash it into Elly's face.
But the very next second, his wrist suddenly went numb. Something had struck it hard, causing him so much pain that his face turned pale, followed by a scream.
"Ah!"
Clutching his wrist, the pain made him grit his teeth in agony. His eyes fell to the ground and saw that it was a cellphone that had hit him.
"Damn it, who hit me!"
He twisted his head to look in the direction the phone had come from and saw a tall man walking towards him, holding the hand of a little boy who looked just like him, an icy frostiness cloaking his frame.
