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Chapter 510 - 476: The Fall of Bearded Brother

Chapter 510: Chapter 476: The Fall of Bearded Brother

She could only be eight years old, maybe even younger!

Kaidan asked himself, he wasn’t any kind of monster, but what choice did he have if he were to do something as despicable as this?

But...

There was no time left to choose anyone else!

"Little girl, come here, uncle has some candy for you~"

"Ah?" The little girl was shaking her milk bottle, which seemed almost empty, but upon hearing Kaidan had candy, she bounced over immediately.

"Uncle, do you really have candy?"

The little girl looked at Kaidan with shining eyes, not a hint of fear, only innocence and naivety.

For some reason the cross-dresser, who initially approached Kaidan, stopped in their tracks and did not come any closer, while mockingly scorned Kaidan.

"Heh, even though I’m gay, I find your kind of insanity... truly disgusting, beast!"

Kaidan tried to defend himself, insisting he wasn’t that kind of person; he just wanted to steal a ticket!

But as the ticket inspector entered the door of the carriage, he no longer hesitated.

Under the disdainful gaze of numerous passengers, he carried the little girl into the men’s restroom.

...

"Where’s the candy?"

The little girl’s voice was crisp and innocent; she lifted her small face, her eyes sparkling with expectation.

In this dark corner, her purity was like a beam of light, illuminating the last bit of reason in Kaidan’s mind.

Kaidan hesitated for a moment, his gaze lingering on the little girl’s face, then turned to the door, as the footsteps of the ticket inspector drew closer.

Finally, he took a deep breath and cast aside all hesitation.

"Candy? Ha, here’s the candy!"

Kaidan flashed a grin and pulled out a coin-sized package from his pocket, resembling chocolate, and casually tossed it to the little girl.

However, his other hand swiftly reached towards the little girl’s pocket.

The little girl was quick to catch the chocolate but also felt Kaidan’s movements.

Her gaze instantly became wary, her small hand clutching tightly onto her little bunny pocket.

"What are you doing! This is a paper ball, not candy!"

The little girl’s voice became shrill, her cute face showing anger.

It wasn’t clear whether she was more upset about Kaidan trying to pick her pocket or that he had deceived her with a paper ball instead of candy.

Kaidan’s expression darkened, realizing he could no longer hesitate, his voice becoming menacing.

"Little brat, cut the act! Hand over your ticket, or I may not only hit you but kill you too!"

"You are a bad person!"

The little girl’s eyes brimmed with tears, seemingly ready to fall at any moment.

But her lips were tightly sealed, showing a determination to rather die than submit.

Kaidan felt a pang of panic; he hadn’t expected the little girl to be so stubborn.

His hand began to tremble slightly, but he spoke harshly.

"Don’t think I won’t dare! Do you believe I would kill you myself! Hurry up, don’t force me to get violent!"

The little girl’s tears finally fell, her cute face filled with helplessness and fear, her small body trembling slightly.

"I, I don’t have a ticket, I really don’t..."

Her voice was so faint it was almost inaudible, as if suppressed by the looming threat of the man with the beard.

The bearded man, however, didn’t believe her; his hands searched roughly over the little girl, but in the end, he found nothing but some candies and a few children’s toys.

"Don’t lie to me! You must have it! Could it be hidden somewhere else?!"

His voice grew louder and louder, filled with anger and impatience.

The little girl cried even harder, her small hands tightly clutching the hem of her dress as if it were her only support.

"I really don’t have it, my daddy said that as long as I stay in this carriage and behave, he will come to pick me up..."

Her words were filled with grievances and a hint of hope, as if in this dark moment, only her father’s promise could bring her a glimmer of hope.

Suddenly, the bearded man felt a twinge of guilt; a complex emotion surged in his heart.

He was a rough man, but he had once been a child and had felt the warm embrace of his mother.

Most importantly, he had a daughter...

If he took her ticket, who knew how that conductor might treat this little girl?

"I, I am sorry..."

The bearded man’s voice was low, a subtle sorrow flickering in his eyes.

"But, I have no choice! If you don’t die, then I will have to, people are selfish!"

He raised his hand, ready to strike the little girl physically.

But at that moment, the little girl suddenly looked up and gave the bearded man a radiant smile.

Her smile was like a bizarre flower on a summer day, bright yet eerie, making one momentarily forget fear and pain.

The bearded man was stunned, his hand hanging mid-air, unable to move further.

"Uncle, see, don’t I look cute when I smile?"

Her voice was clear, seemingly untainted by the peril at hand.

The bearded man’s heart thudded violently; he had a foreboding feeling.

In the Kaidan he had seen, some children would showcase such smiles before inexplicable and terrifying events occurred. _{f\ree webn ovel(.)com}

He unconsciously took a step back, his eyes filled with caution.

"What do you mean by this?"

His voice trembled, a fear he had never experienced before engulfing him.

The little girl seemed not to hear his question; her small hand gently brushed over her skirt and slowly pulled out a faded photograph from an inconspicuous slit.

"Look, this is a photo of me and my mom, do you think I look like her?"

Her voice carried a strange power, irresistibly drawing one’s attention.

The bearded man’s gaze landed on the photo, where a gentle woman was holding a brightly smiling little girl.

Their smiles were so similar, so captivating.

But the bearded man’s heart turned cold; he felt an indescribable fear as the little girl’s smile grew more and more exaggerated.

An unnamed fear had already enveloped him.

"Who, who are you actually?"

He almost shouted, his body beginning to tremble uncontrollably.

Yet the little girl maintained that bright smile, slowly walking towards the bearded man, the photo gently swaying in her hand.

"Uncle, you don’t need to know who I am," her voice suddenly deepened, mature beyond her years, "you just need to know that you shouldn’t have bullied me."

The bearded man’s heart raced; he wanted to run, but his feet felt as if they were nailed to the ground.

His vision began to blur, the little girl’s figure becoming twisted, dark, crawling...