“Don’t hit my grandfather!” A fifteen-sixteen year old kid wearing a shabby clothes was shielding the old man.
“Little bastard, you’re seeking death!” The whip holding youth coldly snorted. He waved the whip and ruthlessly lashed the kid.
“Pa…!” blood splashed out from the kid’s back.
Although he had suffered a whipping, this kid was strangely determined. He silently endured and muffled his cries.
“Kid, don’t bother about me!” The old man’s voice was hoarse, his eyes clouded by tears as he tried to push the kid away.
“No!” The kid firmly shook his head.
“What tough bones you have there!” a trace of malevolence flashed across the guard’s eyes. He coldly smiled and once again, raised his whip up.
Sikong Hongyue only gave a glance in that direction, but did not bother about it anymore.
Nie Li frowned his brows a little. Members of the Silver Winged Family are really inhumane. They would even hit a fifteen-sixteen year old child and an old man.
