"Eat! Eat quickly, damn it! Otherwise, don't even think about leaving!"
Hu San glared menacingly at the little boy in front of him, pressing his large hand onto the boy's head and pushing it down forcefully towards the trampled, dingy pile of leftovers on the ground.
The little boy's eyes were filled with humiliation, and tears streamed down continuously. For him, the past few days could be described as hellish, with the death of his relatives and his own life scattered like a stray dog, now left to face bullying.
The innocence that should have belonged to his age had been completely eroded away at this moment. His gaze slowly filled with hatred and disgust for this world.
Ye Feng stood quietly in the crowd, watching this unfold. He didn't intervene; instead, he was reminded of his own experiences at the age of six.
