"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.

Back then, he had been a street child, scavenging for food from trash bins every day. But when someone dared to bully him, he never backed down, instead fighting back desperately, defending his humble dignity with his frail body.

Back then, he had learned only one thing—ruthlessness!

Only if you are more ruthless than others can you survive! Only if you are ruthless enough can you avoid being bullied!

The present little boy's ordeal was very much like what he had gone through. Ye Feng was now waiting for the little boy's choice!

Would he humbly bow his head and eat the dog-shit-like leftover food, or would he bravely lift his head to face the stormy fury of Hu San, even if it led to being beaten to disability or death!

This was a choice for an individual, even if he was only six or seven years old!

"I won't eat!!!"

At that moment, a youthful but resolute voice rang out. The little boy, with eyes red, stubbornly held his head up, refusing to bow down!

His gaze had lost its innocence, now filled with a wolf-like wildness, glaring furiously at Hu San.

Hu San was stunned for a moment, then furiously enraged. He lifted his leg and kicked the little boy, sending him flying three to four meters away!

"Fuckin' hell! You little brat, you dare act tough in front of Brother San! You're looking for death!"

As he spoke, Hu San grabbed a stool from the side, his presence menacing as he approached the little boy.

"I'm going to smash you dead!"

With a swing of his arm, Hu San raised the stool high above his head, smashing it down toward the frail body of the little boy.

The surrounding crowd gasped at the sight. Hu San, strong and robust, could break a large man's bones with that stool, let alone a six- or seven-year-old boy who might even be smashed to death.

Seeing the little boy in grave danger, a few young men in the crowd could no longer contain their anger and immediately moved forward to intervene.

But they were too far away, and even if they moved forward, they couldn't prevent the tragedy of the little boy getting hit.

The little boy quietly watched the falling stool above his head. There was no panic in his eyes, only regret that he could no longer take care of his only grandmother.

"And that big brother and big sister, they're the good people! Sadly... I'll never see them again!"

Thinking of the big brother he had met on the train to Jiangnan City, a warmth bloomed in his heart. That was his true hero, his idol!

Whoosh!

A swift whooshing sound filled the air as the solid wooden stool plummeted down. The surrounding crowd, unable to bear to watch, closed their eyes, and some tender-hearted old women, as if they heard the little boy's screams, couldn't help but shed tears.

But...

A second passed, then two seconds, and the crowd heard no scream from the little boy. Immediately, they hurriedly looked up.

They saw that the stool in Hu San's hand had already fallen, but before it could hit the little boy, it was tightly grasped by a hand!

"Hmm?" Hu San was taken aback and then shifted his gaze, only to see that it was a young man who had grabbed the stool.

"Kid, who the hell are you! I'm telling you, don't meddle in others' affairs, or I'll beat you up too!"

Hu San saw that Ye Feng was thin and weak, dressed in tattered clothes, and didn't take him seriously. He arrogantly shouted and then tried to yank the stool back.

However, he pulled several times, but the stool seemed to have grown on Ye Feng's hand, and it didn't move at all.

The little boy also came to his senses and quickly turned his head, but when he saw Ye Feng, he was suddenly stunned.

"Big... Big brother..."

The little boy almost doubted his eyes, he had just thought of his idol, and now he had actually appeared before him.

This little boy was precisely Yangyang, who was the little fellow suffering from septicemia that Ye Feng had helped on the train to Jiangnan City.

"Are you alright!" Ye Feng smiled at Yangyang and extended a hand to pull him up from the ground.

"Wow! You guys know each other!"

Hu San heard their conversation, and his lips curled in amusement, "That figures! Look at your shabby clothes, you must be either a beggar or a migrant worker!"

He then pointed to his girlfriend beside him, "See that? The dress on my wife costs ten thousand! Now it's dirtied by this little brat, you need to pay me ten thousand, and we'll let this matter go! Otherwise, neither of you is leaving!"

When the people around heard Hu San's words, they were itching with anger. Just a moment ago, he had said the dress cost three thousand, and now suddenly it turned into ten thousand.

Ten thousand was a significant amount even for ordinary people, let alone this beggar-like little boy and Ye Feng looking like a migrant worker.

"Big brother... you go first! I'm fine!" Seeing Hu San include Ye Feng as well, Yangyang looked extremely upset and anxiously said to Ye Feng.

Ye Feng patted Yangyang's shoulder, signaling him not to worry, and then looked coldly at Hu San and said calmly,

"Ten thousand is too little!"

What!

Hearing Ye Feng's words, the surrounding crowd was all stunned. What did he mean, they were extorting him, and he even thought it was too little!

Could it be that he has something wrong with his brain?

Many people were puzzled, and they looked at Ye Feng with sympathy.

But Hu San was also stunned, then quickly realized and was overjoyed.

Damn it! To meet a fool, he wouldn't consider this over unless he extorted him thoroughly.

Thinking of this, Hu San repeatedly nodded, "Right! Right! The dress my wife is wearing is very expensive! Ten thousand is not enough, it must be fifty... no, a hundred thousand! Just give me a hundred thousand, and I won't pursue this matter!"

Hu San could tell, although Ye Feng's clothes were somewhat tattered, he was certainly no beggar, and such people surely still had relatives and friends. Even if Ye Feng couldn't produce a hundred thousand, he could still use this situation to extort money from his friends and relatives, hoping to gain some benefits.

Seeing the sinister smile on Hu San's face, the people around just felt a chill running down their spines, this bastard would not stop until he pushed them into desperation!

However, contrary to everyone's expectations, Ye Feng's face remained calm, and he nodded, saying, "Although a hundred thousand is a bit low, it's acceptable!"

After saying that, Ye Feng extended a hand towards Hu San and said,

"Hand it over!"

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