"puff!"
Zhang Yuchen's small body fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, curled up and unable to get up again.
"Brothers, beat these two bitches who are in the way to death!"
The scar-faced beggar went completely crazy and roared at Zhang Yuchen lying on the ground.
When the beggars behind him heard the order, they immediately pounced on the fallen Zhang Yuchen and started punching and kicking the small body again.
"No...don't hit him!"
When Ye Chen saw this scene, his eyes were bloodshot.
He staggered over and threw himself beside Zhang Yuchen, using his frail body to protect the small body underneath him.
Heavy punches and kicks landed on his back.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Every punch and every kick would shatter his bones.
Ye Chen gritted his teeth and protected Zhang Yuchen even tighter, letting the blood continue to flow out of his mouth.
"Stop! Stop it now!"
"If you keep fighting, someone will die!"
Qing An'er looked at the bloody and cruel scene in front of her and tears fell like rain.
She didn't care about the manners of a lady, and with trembling hands, she took out all the banknotes and change in her arms and threw them at the feet of the scarred beggar.
"I'll give you silver! All my silver! Please, stop fighting!"
Seeing the thick stack of banknotes on the ground, a trace of greed flashed in the scarred beggar's eyes.
He raised his hand.
The beggars who were beating Ye Chen and Zhang Yuchen crazily finally stopped.
The whole world seemed to be quiet in an instant.
Only heavy breathing and painful groans were left.
Ye Chen slowly rolled off Zhang Yuchen, ignoring the severe pain all over his body, and hugged Zhang Yuchen, who was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, in his arms.
"Xiaochen! Xiaochen, how are you? Are you okay?"
His voice was trembling and full of panic.
Zhang Yuchen struggled to open his swollen eyelids, looked at Ye Chen's bloody face, and forced a weak smile.
"Brother...Brother, I'm fine..."
The boy's voice was childish and clear, with a hint of pain, like an awl piercing Ye Chen's heart.
Seeing that he was not seriously injured, Ye Chen felt relieved.
The scarred beggar was bending down to pick up the banknotes and change on the ground, and raised his eyelids to look at Qing An'er, who was in tears.
"Humph, I want the money today, and I want the person too!"
He had a lewd smile of disdain on his face.
As soon as he said this, the beggars behind him also burst into laughter, and their filthy eyes wandered over Qing An'er unscrupulously.
"Brothers, let's get a taste of what it's like to be the most beautiful woman in Antai Town!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the scarred beggar pounced directly at Qing An'er like a wild beast in heat.
"Come on! Let's have some meat today!"
The other beggars also had lewd smiles on their faces, rolled up their sleeves, and followed closely behind.
"ah!"
Qing An'er was so scared that her face turned pale and she stepped back repeatedly, but there was a cold wall behind her and she had nowhere to hide.
In desperation, she glanced around.
The villagers who had just been grateful to her and received her hot porridge now lowered their heads and even quietly retreated, fearing that they would get into trouble.
No one stood up, and not a single word of support was offered.
At this moment, people's hearts are colder than the winter wind.
Qing An'er was completely desperate. She slowly closed her eyes, two lines of tears slid down her cheeks, and she waited for the disaster to come.
At this moment, a ghostly figure appeared in front of her again.
No one could see how he got there, as if he was supposed to be standing there.
"Bang!"
A muffled sound.
The scarred beggar, pouncing like a hungry tiger, slammed into the thin figure and was thrown back. He staggered back several steps before he could steady himself.
"puff!"
Ye Chen suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood, his body shaking, like a candle in the wind, which could go out at any time.
But he still stood in front of Qing An'er without moving an inch, staring at Scarface with his ice-cold eyes.
"I...I said...you...you can't...touch her!"
Ye Chen's voice was extremely weak, and blood gushed out of his mouth with every word he spoke.
"Mr....Mr.!"
Qing An'er suddenly opened her eyes and looked at the shaky but upright figure standing in front of her.
She held onto Ye Chen's arm, her voice trembling.
"Are...are you okay?"
The scarred beggar steadied himself and looked at the loser in front of him who had ruined his plans time and time again, and he was filled with anger.
"Bastards!"
"How dare you ruin my good deeds! Today, I must kill you!"
He roared madly.
"Go ahead! Beat him to death!"
The beggars behind him rushed forward, roughly dragged Ye Chen out from in front of Qing An'er, threw him to the ground and beat him up.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The sound of fists and feet landing on flesh and blood was so dull that it made people's heart palpitate.
"elder brother!"
Zhang Yuchen's eyes were bloodshot and he struggled to crawl over, but a beggar stepped on his back, preventing him from moving forward.
"You...you stop fighting! Stop it!"
Qing An'er screamed helplessly, but those people turned a deaf ear to her and attacked her cruelly.
Her legs went limp and she collapsed to the ground in despair, her tearful eyes looking around for help.
However, those who had received her favor all turned their eyes away, pretending they saw nothing.
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