“Cough… cough cough…”
Ye Chen lay on the cold ground, coughing violently. Every time he coughed, large mouthfuls of blood gushed out.
The combination of old injuries and new ones made his already exhausted body almost dying.
He almost didn't have the strength to open his eyes.
"Brother! Brother! How are you?"
Zhang Yuchen struggled to get up from the ground and rushed to Ye Chen. Seeing his miserable appearance, tears welled up in his eyes.
“Hahaha…hahahahaha!”
Just then, a burst of extremely arrogant laughter came from the alley.
Seven or eight ragged beggars blocked the entrance to the alley, and the leader was the beggar with the scar on his face.
"Boy, you ruined my good deeds last time. This time, I wonder who can come to save you!"
"I'm going to kill you today!"
He brought those beggars and lackeys, walked step by step to Ye Chen, looked down at him with a grim smile on his face.
"What are you going to do!"
Seeing that the person coming had ill intentions, Zhang Yuchen's face turned pale. He opened his tender hands and stood in front of Ye Chen who was lying on the ground.
The scarred beggar looked at Zhang Yuchen who was standing in front of him with disdain in his eyes.
"Get out of the way, little bastard!"
He raised his foot and kicked Zhang Yuchen hard in the chest.
Zhang Yuchen's thin body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, and fell heavily into the corner of the wall a few meters away, with a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.
"cough……"
Zhang Yuchen only felt a heart-wrenching pain in his chest and was unable to get up for a while.
"You...you guys come at me, don't attack a child!"
Seeing this, Ye Chen's eyes were bloodshot and he struggled to get up from the ground, but the severe pain all over his body made him unable to exert any strength at all.
The scarred beggar squatted down with a grim smile on his face, stretched out his dirty hand, grabbed Ye Chen's chin and forced him to raise his head.
"Hmph, boy, both of you must die today!"
He leaned close to Ye Chen's ear, and his voice was like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.
"If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for meddling in other people's business!"
"Beat him to death!"
The scarred beggar suddenly stood up and shouted orders to the beggar behind him.
Upon hearing this, the seven or eight ragged beggars rushed forward.
He punched and kicked Zhang Yuchen, who had no strength to resist, with extreme cruelty.
"Xiao Chen!"
Ye Chen's eyes were bloodshot, and his heart seemed to be pierced by thousands of steel needles. He wanted to crawl to Zhang Yuchen like a madman.
But just as he moved half an inch, the scar-faced beggar's stinking foot stepped heavily on his face, crushing his head to the cold ground.
"Don't move, just watch carefully!"
Scarface's face was filled with morbid pleasure.
"Don't hit Xiaochen! He's just a child!"
Ye Chen's face was stepped on the ground, his voice became distorted, and he struggled desperately, but to no avail.
"Brother...don't hit my brother..."
In the distance, Zhang Yuchen saw Ye Chen being stepped on through the gaps between his fists and feet, and hot tears instantly burst out from his eyes.
His childish voice was filled with despair.
The scar-faced beggar and his group of lackeys ignored the two men's shouts and rained down punches and kicks on Zhang Yuchen and Ye Chen without stopping.
In the alley, there were only dull sounds of beating and the desperate cries of children.
"puff!"
Zhang Yuchen was kicked hard in the abdomen by a beggar. He suddenly spit out a large mouthful of blood, his body went limp, and he fainted completely.
But even so, the group of beggars showed no intention of stopping, as if they wanted to beat him into a pool of meat paste.
"Xiaochen...Xiaochen..."
Ye Chen's pupils shrank sharply. Looking at the almost lifeless thin figure, his heart sank into a bottomless abyss.
"Please... stop hitting me..."
His eyes were bloodshot and he pleaded in a trembling voice.
…
At the same time, Qing Mansion.
Qing An'er walked out of her second uncle's study with a hint of confusion on her face.
Her second uncle called her over, but only asked her some irrelevant family questions, which made her feel a little strange.
She walked quickly back to the backyard, but found that the stone table in the yard was empty.
Ye Chen and Zhang Yuchen have disappeared.
"Young Master?"
Qing An'er's heart tightened and she quickly walked into the room where Ye Chen was recuperating.
In the room, the bedding was neatly folded, and there was no one there.
"Master! Xiaochen!"
An ominous premonition came to his mind, and Qing An'er's anxious voice called out in the empty yard.
Just at this moment, the housekeeper and the servant came back from outside, looking hurried.
"Butler Ding, have you seen Master Ye and Xiao Chen?"
Qing An'er stepped forward eagerly and asked.
"Miss."
Butler Ding bent his body slightly, his eyes dodging, not daring to look up to see An'er's eyes clearly.
"They...they left on their own."
"Leave on your own?"
Qing An'er looked at the housekeeper's evasive eyes and felt more and more that something was wrong.
"Young Master's injuries are so severe that he needs help even to walk. How could he possibly leave on his own?"
She stared at Butler Ding, and a layer of frost instantly covered her clear eyes.
Butler Ding's eyes became more evasive, and beads of cold sweat oozed from his forehead.
"Miss, I saw it with my own eyes. It's absolutely true."
"They...they said when they left that they didn't want to cause any more trouble for the family."
Butler Ding stammered in his defense, his voice dry.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com