Huang Tao slowly raised his head, meeting the bullfrog's bulging eyes, just like his name.

She laughed: "Bullfrog, have you forgotten? Your mother was also trafficked to Sha Tin Tsui by them. Even you were born prematurely because your grandfather punched and kicked your mother's belly?"

"Shut up!" the bullfrog yelled.

Her already protruding eyes now looked like they were about to fall off the ground.

The yellow peaches didn't stop.

His bloodied lips were stretched into an even wider grin.

"Have you forgotten? When your dad poured boiling water on your mom's head, her scalp split open and she was covered in blood? Have you forgotten? Your grandpa told everyone that your mom was a monster that was neither human nor ghost?"

As for you, little one, called a monster baby by all the children in the village? Don't forget, when everyone bullied you and laughed at you, only your mother would hold you, comfort you, and tell you that there are still people in this world who love you!

Kid, you can't forget your roots! If it weren't for your mother protecting you, do you think you'd be alive today?

You think you're so great by following a bunch of bastards to act like tyrants? Let me tell you, what goes around comes around. Retribution may be delayed, but it's just a matter of time!

Instead of seeking revenge for your mother, you choose to become a beast like them. Aren't you afraid your mother will climb out of the pit and slap you a few times?

As soon as Huang Tao finished speaking, the people next to Niuwa immediately looked at each other awkwardly.

They were about the same age, and could be considered as a group that grew up together.

And naturally, they were among those who bullied and mocked the bullfrog back then.

"Shut up! Shut your stinking mouth!" the bullfrog yelled madly.

He pointed at the yellow peach, raised his hand high again, and made a gesture as if to slap it down.

Huang Tao didn't dodge, or even close her eyes.

She stared intently at the bullfrog, even moving her face closer to it.

"Come on! Kill me! If I die, I can go down and tell your mother that the child she painstakingly gave birth to and raised has ended up as a beast just like those animals!"

Come on! Kill me! If you don't kill me today, I'll despise you! Come on! Hit me!

The bullfrog's hand, which had been falling, stopped in mid-air.

Scenes from my childhood flashed before my eyes.

Because he was premature and was born at home, unlike babies born in hospitals who have incubators.

He survived thanks to his mother's tireless care and constant attention.

However, because he was born prematurely, he was always weak and sickly.

Grandpa didn't think highly of him, and often said, "You'll die young."

They would tell everyone they met that he had come to their house to collect a debt.

So no matter if it's a serious illness or a minor illness, they are reluctant to spend a single penny.

They said, "It's good that you're dead! If you're dead, there won't be any more food wasted."

Only his mother would frantically search for help when he was sick.

Unable to go to the city hospital, she went around asking people to help her dig up medicinal herbs in the mountains.

And then they pulled him back from the brink of death time and time again.

His father beat his mother severely for this.

He questioned her why she saved him, this debt collector, and why she didn't let him fend for himself.

The mother never answered, silently enduring the beatings.

Even though she was covered in injuries, she would still gently comfort him at night, telling him not to blame himself, that he was not a debt collector, and that he was the only family she had in this life.

She also said that even if the sky were to fall, she would resolutely lift it up so that he could live a good life.

He will never forget the day his mother passed away, when she held his hand and told him that he must go out and see this beautiful land and the wonderful world outside.

Also, on her behalf...go and see the family she misses day and night.

That day, he nodded through his tears, promising to bring his mother home.

But not only did he break his promise, he also became the kind of person his mother hated most.

But……

“What do you know? You know nothing! Is it my fault that I've become like this? If she hadn't drunk a whole bottle of paraquat in one go and left me when I was only 9 years old, how could I have…”

He didn't say those few words aloud.

After all, he had others like him following behind him.

He had worked so hard to become a minor leader, and he didn't want to lose these supporters before he could even make a name for himself.

He was only 9 years old when his mother passed away.

When his father got drunk, there was no one left to take the blows of his father for him.

When his grandfather stopped feeding him, no one secretly brought him food anymore.

His body was covered in wounds, and he couldn't sleep all night because of hunger. There was no one to apply medicine to him or coax him to sleep anymore.

He's only nine years old!

How could she, as a mother, be so selfish as to abandon him and only care about her own pleasure?

Later, he fell ill.

My father said, "What's meant to happen will happen."

Dad said the debt was paid off, and told him to get lost. Don't delay Dad from having another healthy son.

That time, no one prepared medicine for him, so he could only tough it out.

It was after that incident that he finally understood.

To survive in the village and live like a human being, one must have status and power.

Only people like Master Huang and Uncle Da are the kind of people no one dares to misbehave in front of.

So at first he tried hard to learn his father’s ferocity, and gained the approval of his father and grandfather, which gave him the opportunity to learn the skills of tracking and hunting from his grandfather.

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