The man who had not received the money and was spat upon was now enraged. He raised his hand and landed a punch on Wei Qinghe's stomach.
A muffled thud echoed.
The fist intimately met the soft flesh of the man's stomach.
Wei Qinghe's facial expression twisted in pain.
"Why are you so obstinate when you're neither wealthy nor powerful? You think you can protect anyone? Ridiculous." The man said after a powerful kick to Wei Qinghe's kneecap, yanking at his hair even harder.
Each word was like a knife, carving into Wei Qinghe's heart, causing both physical and emotional pain.
He had heard such words many times before.
"You won't know your place until I teach you a lesson." The man said, yanking the hand that held onto Wei Qinghe's hair with force, flinging him onto the adjacent wall. He then kicked the boy's body again.
A crack.
The sound resounded as the foot intimately met bone.
Wei Qinghe grunted, the pain searing regardless of his protective measures.
