Chapter 110 – The White Moonlight is Forcibly Loved by the Substitute 8
Bang—
Little Jingmo slammed pitifully against the wall, his whole body trembling in pain. His eyes filled with tears, and he kept apologizing, “I’m sorry, Dad… I’ll be more careful next time… I was wrong… Please spare me this once…”
The man’s face was ferocious. Without another word, he rushed over again and rained punches and kicks down on him.
“You good-for-nothing waste! How dare you touch my liquor! I’ll beat you to death, you dog bastard!”
It hurts so much…
Little Jingmo curled into a ball in agony, tears falling like broken strings of pearls. He wished he could just die. The man was clearly using him as a punching bag, beating him relentlessly until he was tired. Only then did he stop, panting, and kicked the nearly unconscious child one more time before going to look for more liquor.
He twisted off the cap and gulped down several mouthfuls. Only then did the frustration from his gambling losses begin to dissipate. His triangular eyes were bloodshot as he began to survey the room. He suddenly noticed that there was a lot of food in the room. He never gave this dog bastard a single cent. The dog bastard had always survived by fighting with stray cats and dogs for food from the garbage dump. How could there be clean food in the house? Could this kid be hiding his own money?!
The man didn’t care how little Jingmo got the money; in the end, it would all be his. His eyes gleamed as he stood up and began to rummage through the cabinets without a second thought. In no time, he found the twenty thousand cash that little Jingmo had hidden in a pillowcase.
“Haha, I’m rich, I’m rich…”
The man excitedly kissed the wad of cash over and over, clutching it in his hand as he prepared to leave.
“Don’t… that’s what Yu gave me…”
Little Jingmo stumbled over, his bruised hand tightly gripping the man’s trouser leg.
“Get off me, you dog bastard!”
The man kicked him away and tried to leave. The child’s glassy eyes filled with stubbornness. Even though he was covered in injuries, he refused to let go. He once again tightly gripped the man’s trouser leg and pleaded in a hoarse voice, “Don’t take it… it’s mine… it’s what Yu left for me…”
“Damn it, you ungrateful dog bastard, are you looking to die? I’ll kill you today and send you to hell to reunite with your deadbeat mom!”
The man, enraged and humiliated, his eyes bloodshot, violently stomped his foot down.
Crack—
A crisp sound rang out. It was the sound of little Jingmo’s arm being brutally snapped. With a muffled grunt, little Jingmo’s eyes streamed with scalding tears, and his body twitched uncontrollably, yet he still refused to give up. That was his last hope, his only connection to Yu. He didn’t want to lose it…
Seeing his stubborn expression, the man’s anger flared even higher. His powerful fists rained down again like hailstones. He didn’t want to give up, but he had to. The barely breathing little Jingmo lay limp on the ground like a pile of mud, with more air leaving his body than coming in.
“Damn it, you unlucky piece of trash, still daring to block my way…”
The man panted heavily, flinging his hand away as he turned to leave. As if it were karmic retribution, as he turned, he stepped on a liquor bottle he had thrown on the ground. His body flew into the air and then fell, the back of his head hitting the corner of the table hard before he landed on the floor. After a loud thud, his face instantly turned deathly pale, and a large pool of blood began to spread from the back of his head.
“Help… help me…”
His body was paralyzed. He twitched and cried for help, subconsciously looking at the barely breathing little Jingmo nearby. If he hadn’t been so brutal, if he hadn’t used little Jingmo as a punching bag, the boy could have gone out to call for help. But now, he could barely save himself, let alone help him. Evil has its own retribution; it’s not that it doesn’t come, it’s just a matter of time. The man had never felt such regret, but it was too late now. He could only wait quietly for death to arrive.
There was nothing more terrifying than watching oneself die. He could feel his body temperature rapidly dropping, and the sticky blood soaked half of his body, yet he couldn’t move at all, only able to continue gasping for breath…