These were chilling eyes, fierce and ruthless, subtly revealing a desperate madness born from the destruction of faith.

Mr. Mo's breath caught in his throat; at that moment, he felt as if his heart had been suddenly gripped.

Realizing what had happened, he flew into a rage, raising his fist and charging at Mo Li, yelling, "I'll kill you!!!"

Putting the photo in his pocket, Mo Li picked up a chair and swung it at his charging father.

After being hit, Mo's father shoved Mo Li away violently.

Mo Li, who had fallen to the ground, got up and pounced on her father with fierce movements, like an enraged wild beast.

The two wrestled, and Mo Li managed to shake off Mo Li several times, but Mo Li kept lunging at Mo Li, his eyes filled with primal ferocity, determined to tear a piece of flesh from his enemy even at the cost of his life!

Unfortunately, the student, suffering from long-term malnutrition, could not match the tall and strong adult body of Mr. Mo.

After Mo Li lunged at him again, Mo's father grabbed Mo Li's thin, bony body and slammed her to the ground!

Then he relentlessly punched Mo Li again and again.

He smashed the cigarette countless times until Mo Li, lying on the ground, stopped moving. Mo's father finally stopped, sat down beside him, and pulled a cigarette from his pocket with trembling fingers.

Mr. Mo took out a cigarette from the pack, lit it, and took a deep drag. The taste of nicotine gradually calmed his adrenaline-fueled body.

Looking at Mo Li, who was lying on the ground, coughing up blood and barely recognizable as a human, a thought popped into his mind. Once this thought appeared, it was like a flood that had been released and could not be contained.

Mr. Mo slowly exhaled the smoke from his mouth, his eyes filled with the ruthlessness that came after making a certain decision.

...

In the gleaming hall, Mr. Mo nervously rubbed his hands together.

Faced with this group of well-trained thugs, Mr. Mo put aside his usual temper, and his face, covered with gauze, only showed a fawning smile.

A man with a scar on his face kicked Mo Li, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog, and clicked his tongue, "Is this your own son? You really went all out!"

“My son was disobedient, so I hit him a little too hard.”

Mo's father said with a smirk, but the wide grin pulled at the wound on his face, causing him to gasp in pain.

"Not bad, Lao Mo! You sold the house, your wife ran away, and now you've even sold your son!" The scarred man patted Mo's father's shoulder forcefully, his words ambiguous as to whether it was praise or sarcasm.

"But is your son worth this price?" The scarred man looked suspiciously at Mo Li, whose face was unrecognizable after being beaten.

“My son is very handsome; he looks just like his mother,” Mr. Mo said quickly, taking out a photo from his pocket of Mo Li as a child being held in his mother’s arms.

The scarred man took the photo, looked at the mother and child in it without saying a word, until Mr. Mo became increasingly uneasy, at which point the scarred man finally spoke as if bestowing a favor, "Hmm, not bad."

Hearing the scarred man's words, knowing the matter was settled, Mr. Mo breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, asking, "Then...that money..."

“Old Mo, you know you’ve been dragging your feet on this money, and the interest has been compounding…” The scarred man gestured with his finger, and upon seeing the gesture, Mo’s father’s face turned pale.

"Your son looked like his mother when he was little, but who knows if he'll grow up to look bad? What if he looks like you—" The implication is obvious.

The scarred man said, "Besides, he's been beaten half to death by you, barely breathing, and I still have to spend money to treat him."

"Your son's money from selling himself can buy your life, but you'll still have to keep one of your fingers."

Mr. Mo originally wanted to make some more money after paying off his debts, but now he had no other thoughts but to save his fingers.

"No, Brother Dao, my son is very handsome! Really handsome!"

Mo's father hurriedly brushed Mo Li's bangs aside and said something, but Mo Li was now beaten to the point of near death, his face bruised and swollen, so it was not convincing at all.

The scarred man didn't waste any words with Mo's father and coldly gave the order, "Make your move."

Immediately, his men stepped forward and restrained Mo's father. With a "snip," a pair of large, gleaming scissors severed Mo's father's little finger.

"Aaaaaaah!!"

The father, who was clutching his hand and wailing, and the bloodstains on the ground from the severed finger were quickly cleaned up.

"Take him away and let him rest for a few days. We'll see if he's a longan or a fish eye." The scarred man glanced at Mo Li and then left.