The tramp didn't even look at the twenty dollars, his eyes were always on the little boy. Suddenly, he shouted, rushed over at lightning speed, snatched the child from the boy's father and held him in his arms.

The boy's father didn't expect that the homeless man would snatch his child in front of him. He was shocked and extremely angry, and punched the homeless man. However, he didn't expect that the homeless man was extremely fast and had amazing strength. He kicked the man in the chest and kicked him far away.

Everything happened in an instant. It was not until the man fell to the ground that the little boy realized that he had been kidnapped. He cried and struggled hard, but he was small and weak. It was not easy to break free from a crazy adult man!

The man's wife also saw what happened here, picked up her daughter and ran over, crying and shouting to help her husband up, begging the homeless man not to hurt the child.

Many people gathered on the beach, but it was obvious that the homeless man was not in his right mind. People were afraid of irritating him and did not dare to approach him. Some people even took out their phones to call the police.

Luo Wenyuan raised his eyebrows and teased Qingshan with a half-smile: "You just let me watch this? Are you asking me to take action?"

Qingshan was just thinking that the world was full of love, but he was "slapped in the face" in less than a second, and he felt very embarrassed.

"How can you use your Green Dragon Crescent Blade to kill a chicken? Young Master, take a rest, I'll do it!"

Aoyama's mind moved, and a black, willow-leaf-shaped blade, as thin as a cicada's wing, appeared in his palm, ready to rescue him at any moment. The restaurant where Aoyama and his friends were was only fifty meters away from the homeless man. At such a short distance, if the boy's life was threatened, Aoyama could sever the homeless man's tendons in a fraction of a second.

The homeless man put the little boy on the ground, clasped his hands tightly around the boy's shoulders, and turned him around to face him. Tears welled up in the homeless man's eyes, and he seemed to recognize the boy. He muttered something incomprehensible, shaking the boy vigorously.

The child was already scared silly, and the child's parents were half scared out of their wits. They tied their hands and didn't know what to do to save the child without provoking this madman.

"Police, don't move—!"

"Let go of that kid, or we'll shoot—!"

Two patrol policemen saw the commotion and immediately ran over to enforce the law. One on each side, they pulled out their guns and pointed them at the homeless man.

American police patrols are armed with live ammunition, and if they encounter a suspect who refuses to obey orders, they have the right to shoot and kill on the spot. The crowd, fearing accidental injuries, stayed away, leaving a clear area behind the homeless man. The restaurant where Aoyama and his companions were located, directly across from the scene, offered the best view and attracted a large crowd.

The homeless man seemed to be a real lunatic. He was not afraid at all when two guns were pointed at him. He continued to shake the little boy and made him scream "Ah ah".

"Sir, let go of that child. This is your last warning—!"

The tramp gradually increased the strength of his grip on the child's shoulders. The little boy finally couldn't bear it anymore and screamed in pain. The older policeman heard the little boy's screams, pulled the trigger suddenly, and fired two shots.

“Bang, bang—!”

The homeless man fell to the ground, with blood gushing out of two bloody holes on his left chest. Another policeman stepped forward to rescue the little boy. The man who fired the gun walked over and touched the homeless man's carotid artery, shook his head, took out the walkie-talkie to report the situation to the headquarters, and notified the police station to send someone to take the body away.

At the moment when the homeless man was shot and fell to the ground, Luo Wenyuan suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart. An indescribable sadness surged into his heart like a tide, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Luo Wenyuan stood up restlessly, touched his chest with his hand, his face pale.

"Wen Yuan, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Luo Wenyuan shook his head, his tone filled with confusion that even he couldn't understand.

"I don't know, I just suddenly felt... very sad..."