The child in the red plaid shirt stood stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly burst into loud crying.
"Dad, someone hit me! Wuu wuu..."
In the adjacent yard, a butcher with an apron tied around his large waist and a face full of horizontal flesh was cutting pork.
Hearing his son's cries outside, he didn't say a word, grabbed the pig butchering knife from the table, and rushed out.
As soon as the butcher stepped outside, he saw his son standing there crying his eyes out, with a clear handprint on his face.
He flew into a rage, pointing the pig butchering knife straight at Chen Erniu.
"Bastard, was it you who hit my son? You looking to die, huh? A grown-up bullying a kid, do you believe I'll chop you to death with one slice!"
Seeing the butcher's knife still dripping with blood in his hand, Yuan Xiaojing paled with fright and couldn't help but hide behind Chen Erniu.
