The little stutterer's wallet was robbed, but he still stubbornly protected the things in his arms. Several people thought that he was hiding some treasure in his arms.

These guys are well-known hooligans on this street. Either their parents died early and they have been wandering around since they were young, or they have bad personalities and like to do these petty thefts.

Little Stutterer is the one they often steal things from.

Xiao Jieba moved to Renhe County a few months ago and opened a bookstore. He is the young master of Fengya Bookstore and his family is considered to be well-off in Renhe County.

But I heard that the little stutterer had no parents, and he was young, timid, spoke incoherently and stuttered, so he soon got the nickname the little stutterer.

Little Jieba's family treated him very well. They dressed him well and kept him fair, tender and clean. It could be said that Little Jieba was the most beautiful child they had ever seen.

Little Stutter often eats delicious food, carries copper coins and some interesting toys with him.

They hated the good-looking little stutterer and liked the things that came with the little stutterer. Whenever they saw that the little stutterer had something good, they would go to stop him.

The little stutterer was easy to bully. Every time he was robbed, he didn't dare to resist and could only shed tears.

This time, the people who were watching the little bastard discovered that the little bastard came out of Fengya Bookstore secretly with something hidden in his arms.

As soon as they thought about it, they felt that the little stutterer must have got something good, so they followed the little stutterer and blocked him here.

"Little stutterer, I think you are not going to accept my toast and want to drink for punishment. In that case, we should not be polite to him." He was obviously a child of only eight or nine years old, and his voice was childish, but he spoke vulgar and threatening words.

After saying that, he kicked the little boy's leg hard.

The little boy groaned, obviously hurt.

At this time, several other people forcibly pulled the little boy up. The little boy was alone, and no matter how he struggled and resisted, he could not outsmart them.

The little boy's arms were held up and he was pulled to stand up, exposing his bulging chest.

One of them reached out and took something out of his arms.

A book and something wrapped in oil paper.

When I opened the oil paper, I saw two round and cute buns inside.

The man was dumbfounded and searched the little boy's arms again, but found nothing.

"That's all. Little Stutterer, did you hide something somewhere else, huh?"

"No, no. I didn't hide anything." The little boy was still struggling, staring at the book and buns.

The man didn't believe it and searched the little bastard's body several times, almost stripping off his clothes.

But there really is nothing.

"Damn, you only brought this crappy book and two buns, what's so precious about them?"

"Give me back my books and buns."

Seeing that the stutterer really cared about the book, the man got angry and threw the book to the ground and stepped on it: "No, no."

Then he called out, "Brothers, come and separate these two buns. They smell pretty good."

The little stutterer watched them tear up the buns to share and step on his precious book. His eyes suddenly turned red. He struggled free, pounced on the man, clenched his little fists, and hit him hard on the chest like a child who was so angry that he wanted to bite.

The man dropped the bun in his hand to the ground and felt a pain in his chest.

"Little stutterer, you are really tired of living. You actually dare to hit me. I will kill you."