Duan Yu couldn't help but speak up when he saw the situation:
"Hey, let go of that kid."
He said, shaking the stick in his hand.
The dagger at the tip of the stick glinted brightly against the snowy backdrop.
The burly man across frowned upon seeing this, looking down at the boy who had thrown himself at his thigh.
Bam!
He kicked the boy away again, then turned to Duan Yu:
"Kid, don't stick your nose into this."
"These two damned guys are thieves."
With that, he took two steps forward, reached the boy who was kicked to the corner struggling to get up, and quickly fished out a pile of change and a wallet.
Grabbing the wallet, the burly man couldn't help but raise his hand again.
Slap!
"Daring to steal my money?"
He slapped the boy several more times and then looked up at Duan Yu, sneering:
"Kid, be careful where you put your good intentions."
