"Ah!"
Bleached Hair clutched his hand, looked at the little girl with shock and anger, and slapped her across the face!
Smack!
The little girl cried out in pain, a red mark appearing on her face as she fell to the ground.
"Wuu wuu wuu, Mommy, Mommy, don't hit my Mommy, wuu wuu wuu!"
The little girl sobbed, lying on the ground and calling out.
"You're courting death!" The thug glared at the little girl with a ferocious expression and walked towards her.
"Please, I beg you, spare my daughter. I really don't have that much money, please spare my daughter!"
The little girl's mother clutched at the thug's leg, her eyes brimming with tears.
Bleached Hair kicked out, roaring, "You don't have money, you don't have money but you have a daughter, huh? No money and still raising a daughter, isn't that just burdening yourself? I'll take care of this little brat for you!"
