Extraordinary Soldier King in the City
Chapter 505: Just a Passerby

Chapter 505: Chapter 505: Just a Passerby

"You didn’t get the money? And you have the nerve to come back? Huh?"

The man with the scarred face darkened, his cold gaze fixed intently on the little boy as he asked in a cold voice.

"I... I had just gotten the money, there was... there was a kind big brother who wanted to give me a thousand yuan, but I ran away!"

The little boy, already quite terrified of the man with the scarred face, became even more frightened when spoken to in such a way, his speech turning incoherent.

"What!"

The scarred man’s face turned an ashen hue in an instant, and without another word, he lifted his foot and kicked the little boy in the abdomen repeatedly, cursing as he kicked:

"Goddammit, how did I end up raising such a useless piece of trash like you? Someone was giving you money, and it was a thousand yuan, and you ran away? Are you brain-damaged? Huh? What a waste of food!"

"No... it’s not like that, please, please don’t hit me!"

The little boy cried out.

"Not hit you? I ought to beat you to death today!"

The scarred man said, picking up a stick as thick as a table leg from nearby and pointing it at the boy’s nose, cursing, "You little bastard with no father or mother, I kindly took you in, fed you, clothed you, and all I asked was for you to beg for some money for me. Such a small task, and you can’t even do that right? What use are you to me? I might as well just beat you to death today!"

With that, the scarred man raised the club, about to strike the little boy.

The little boy was nearly scared out of his wits, his face deathly pale, hastily trying to explain: "It’s not at all what you think, that big brother saw the injury on my arm, and kept asking who had hit me, but you told me before, no matter who asks, I must never say it was you, so of course I couldn’t say, but that big brother kept asking, I had no choice but to run away!"

Hearing this, the scarred man paused, squinting his eyes as he looked at the little boy and asked, "Did you really not say?"

The little boy, trembling, nodded and said, "Yes, I really didn’t say anything, I just ran away!"

"You think I would believe you? Look at how cowardly you are; you must have already sold me out! I bet that person has already called the police! Great, not only did you fail to get the money, but you also betrayed me, it seems I have to kill you today!"

The scarred man gritted his teeth, steeled his heart, and then swung the club towards the little boy’s head.

At this, the little boy was petrified with fear.

He had not expected that even after he had told the truth, the scarred man would not spare him.

He wanted to resist, to struggle – he had always wanted to resist and struggle, but at only five years old, he was powerless, no match for the scarred man.

Throughout his young life, he had endured countless beatings from the scarred man. Once, when he could no longer bear it, he had tried to run away.

But he hadn’t gotten far before the scarred man caught him and gave him a beating that almost killed him.

Since then, the little boy had completely given up any thought of escape, enduring until now.

Looking at the club swinging towards him, a flash of despair crossed the little boy’s eyes.

After enduring for so long, was it finally going to end?

Thinking this, the little boy closed his eyes, ready to wait for the scarred man to end his short and tragic life.

To tell the truth, the little boy was quite scared at first, but from the moment his eyes closed, he wasn’t afraid at all; in fact, a sense of relief rose on his face.

He had had enough of this life.

Better to die early and be rid of it.

However, the boy had closed his eyes for quite some time and felt no pain.

This puzzled the little boy.

What was going on?

Could it be that he was already dead and therefore couldn’t feel any pain?

With that thought, the little boy instinctively opened his eyes.

At that sight, the little boy was completely stunned.

Because in front of him, there unexpectedly appeared a figure – it was Chen Feng, the man who not long ago in the parking lot had wanted to give him a thousand yuan.

At that moment, Chen Feng was standing in front of the little boy.

The scarred man maintained the posture of swinging his stick, except now, the stick that was originally aimed at the little boy’s head was blocked by Chen Feng.

Chen Feng firmly grasped one end of the stick in his hand, rendering the scarred man unable to move.

"Big brother!"

The little boy blinked his large eyes in surprise and looked up at Chen Feng.

"Mm!"

Chen Feng smiled and nodded, then turned his head to look at the scarred man, his face turning cold as he said indifferently, "Can’t you talk things out nicely? Bullying a child is not the act of a true man."

"Who are you?"

The scarred man squinted his eyes and asked with an ugly expression.

"Just a passerby."

Chen Feng said with a faint smile.

"A passerby? What right do you have to meddle in our family’s affairs? I’m his dad, it’s only right for a father to spank his son. Even if you were a police officer, you wouldn’t have the right to intervene!"

The scarred man said arrogantly.

"It seems you don’t understand the law at all, do you? Ever heard of the child protection law? Even if you really were his father, you can’t beat him like this, and besides, from what I know, you probably have no blood relation to him, right? In that case, you have even less of a right to hit him!"

Chen Feng said calmly.

"Whether I’m his dad or not, what’s it to you? Who do you think you are? Kid, I advise you not to poke your nose into other people’s business. If not, I’ll beat you up too. Now let go of the stick!"

The scarred man glared fiercely at Chen Feng and spoke with great audacity.

"Alright then!"

Chen Feng said with a faint smile, and then the hand holding the stick moved slightly.

Right after, there was a "crack!" sound.

The stick, as thick as a table leg, snapped into two pieces.

Half in Chen Feng’s hand, half in the scarred man’s hand.

This left the scarred man completely stunned.

Such a thick stick had snapped in two just from a slight movement of Chen Feng’s hand, it was truly inconceivable.

Could it be that the stick was not sturdy to begin with?

Yes, that must be it!

The scarred man thought so in his heart.

However, what the scarred man didn’t know was that Chen Feng had actually used Dark Force to break the stick in the middle.

Of course, being an ordinary person, he naturally wouldn’t be aware of this fact.

"Kid, I told you to let go of the stick, but now you’ve broken it. Are you looking to die? I’m giving you one last chance. Kneel down, apologize, and then scram. Otherwise, I wouldn’t mind letting you understand just how red the flowers can be!"

The scarred man squinted his eyes and said coldly to Chen Feng.

"Oh, is that so? I would actually like to know!"

Chen Feng remarked indifferently.

"Very well, kid, you’ve really got guts. Since that’s the case, you might as well go lie in a hospital!"

After saying that, the scarred man, without another word, swung the half-stick in his hand towards Chen Feng...