"Bang!"
The middle-aged man was kicked and sent flying by Gu Jin, landing several meters away on the ground.
The commotion here attracted the attention of passersby.
Even the little beggar, who was struggling to crawl towards the wooden board, couldn't help but turn back.
With one glance, Gu Jin comprehensively saw the dark, lifeless, bloodthirsty, and fierce light in his eyes that was beyond his age.
Gu Jin was already certain that this was her little An.
Once nurtured with care, his exquisite face was now covered with filthy mud, and the unease in his eyes made Gu Jin's heart ache immensely.
She rushed towards An Mingji, her steps unsteady, almost falling several times in the short distance.
The little beggar thought it was another person trying to bully him, and instinctively hugged his head with his hands, curling up on the ground defenselessly, ready to be beaten.
Having experienced numerous beatings, he knew that in this posture, he would suffer less pain.
