244: Chapter 244: Which Hand Do You Want Me to Ask For!
244: Chapter 244: Which Hand Do You Want Me to Ask For!
“Ah!”
Bleached Hair clutched his hand, looked at the little girl with shock and anger, and slapped her across the face!
Smack!
The little girl cried out in pain, a red mark appearing on her face as she fell to the ground.
“Wuu wuu wuu, Mommy, Mommy, don’t hit my Mommy, wuu wuu wuu!”
The little girl sobbed, lying on the ground and calling out.
“You’re courting death!” The thug glared at the little girl with a ferocious expression and walked towards her.
“Please, I beg you, spare my daughter.
I really don’t have that much money, please spare my daughter!”
The little girl’s mother clutched at the thug’s leg, her eyes brimming with tears.
Bleached Hair kicked out, roaring, “You don’t have money, you don’t have money but you have a daughter, huh?
No money and still raising a daughter, isn’t that just burdening yourself?
I’ll take care of this little brat for you!”
Bleached Hair’s hand, still bleeding from the bite mark, hovered above as the little girl’s mother lay on the ground, clutching her stomach and moaning in pain.
“Please…”
She reached out her hand towards her daughter, who was still curled up in pain on the ground, trying to crawl towards her.
“Hmph, you want your daughter, I’ll help you!
You guys, hold her down and let her watch how her daughter dies!”
Bleached Hair snickered viciously, and the others immediately stepped forward to restrain the little girl’s mother while also grabbing her hair, forcing her head up.
Meanwhile, a crowd of bystanders had gathered around, but all remained afraid to step forward.
“What are you looking at, what’s it to you?!”
The thugs glared fiercely at the crowd, and even those who thought to come forward and help were intimidated away.
“Ahh wuu wuu, Mommy, Mommy!”
The little girl was crying, but what appeared before her was not her mother, but rather that brutish, inhumane thug.
“Little sister, I’ll take you to see your Mommy.
Your Mommy is right over there!”
Bleached Hair pointed to the traffic-filled street, and with his other hand, he grabbed the little girl’s leg, dragged her to the side of the road, and swung her out toward it.
Everyone closed their eyes, not daring to witness this scene.
But the little girl’s mother cried out in desperation, “No, call the police, quickly call the police!”
The group of cowardly people seemed as if they couldn’t hear her cries, showing no initiative at all in this moment.
“Hahaha!”
The group of thugs laughed heartily, it was unclear if they were mocking the bystanders, the mother’s helplessness, or the imminent moment of the little girl being hit by a car.
Just then, a figure caught the airborne little girl, causing all the onlookers to gasp.
“Don’t be afraid, brother is here!”
Ning Fan held the little girl and comforted her softly.
“Wuu wuu wuu, Mommy, Mommy, big brother, save Mommy!”
The little girl called out weakly, Bleached Hair’s slap had left a bright red mark on her face, which ignited a fire of rage in Ning Fan’s heart.
Not long ago, Ning Fan had not yet gone far when he heard the commotion here and then witnessed this heart-wrenching scene.
He hurried over as quickly as he could, thankfully arriving in time.
The little girl’s mother let out a sigh of relief, but her face still showed signs of terror, and she kept calling out for her daughter.
Ning Fan glanced coldly at the onlookers; Bleached Hair’s actions were akin to murdering in plain sight, lawless and inhumane!
And those thugs, treating a helpless woman in such a way, while the surrounding crowd remained indifferent, not even one person calling the police, Ning Fan could only feel a chill in his heart!
“Yo, not bad, kid.
You’ve got some moves!”
Huangmao stared at Ning Fan, then cracked a smile, not realizing when a cigarette had found its way between his lips.
He walked towards Ning Fan, his expression growing increasingly ferocious, as if he wanted Ning Fan to be his next victim.
On the other side, a group of thugs watched the scene with glee, as if they had already foreseen Ning Fan’s wretched fate.
“Don’t you know who the hell I am!”
“You’re your momma’s pile of shit!”
Ning Fan’s expression was dark.
He didn’t even glance at the guy before slapping him across the face.
Smack!
With a thud, Huangmao spat out a mouthful of blood, several teeth flying out as he instantly collapsed to the ground, unable to even let out a scream.
Ning Fan hadn’t held back with that slap; Huangmao’s face smashed against the ground with a bang.
Blood splattered everywhere, his features became a bloody blur, and his body convulsed uncontrollably on the ground.
Whoosh!
A gasp rose from the crowd as they stared at Ning Fan in shocked surprise.
Elsewhere, the thugs, who had been holding onto the little girl’s mother, were stunned.
Then, all at once, they erupted in anger.
The bald thug at the forefront stood up and pulled out a knife.
“Kid, where the hell are you from?!”
The bald thug stepped forward, knife in hand, a wolf’s head tattooed menacingly on his scalp.
Ning Fan gave no answer, simply looking coldly at the bald thug before him.
“Boy, you’ve got a death wish!”
The bald thug felt a cold sweat break out as he met Ning Fan’s icy gaze, a flicker of fear in his eyes.
But, reminded that he was armed, he regained his courage and glared back at Ning Fan with hostility.
Seeing no response, the bald thug’s resolve hardened, and he lunged forward with the knife, aiming straight for Ning Fan, who was holding the little girl.
“Ah!”
With a smack, Ning Fan grabbed the bald thug’s wrist.
His face turned icy as he crushed the man’s bones.
The bald thug screamed in agony, turning pale as he fell to his knees.
“What the hell do you want?!”
The group of thugs watched with trepidation as Ning Fan dragged the bald man toward them, murmurs erupting from within the crowd.
With a cold sneer, Ning Fan pulled the bald man to a table, snatched the knife from his hand, set the little girl down, and demanded, “Which hand?”
The bald thug looked up at Ning Fan in terror, frozen.
At the same time, the little girl’s mother ran over and swept her daughter into her arms.
“Which hand hit her?” Ning Fan frowned, growing impatient.
The bald thug was caught off guard; he instinctively glanced at the handprint on the little girl’s face and then at Huangmao, who was still twitching on the ground, feeling utterly hopeless.
“What the hell are you doing?
Do you know who we are?
You’re causing trouble on our turf.
Be careful or none of you will leave this street alive!”
The thugs were sweating profusely as they surrounded him, but none dared to make a move.
However, Ning Fan disregarded their warnings, continuing to stare coldly at the bald man.
“Th-This—I…”
The bald thug lifted his wrist, which still had intact bones, trying to say it wasn’t him who hit the little girl, but Huangmao lying on the ground.
“Oh, this hand?”
Ning Fan cracked a smile, a sight that filled the thugs with terror.
Spurt!
Blood spurted out wildly!
“Ah!”
A flash of cold steel passed before everyone’s eyes.
The bald thug screamed as the hand he had just raised was nailed to the table by the knife.
Blood spurted like an arrow, flowing nonstop.
The bald thug writhed in agony, his face twisted in pain.