After much deliberation, the young boy glared at the man with red eyes and said, "You're disgusting."
"You're a rotten person."
"Damn it!" the man roared, "You think you're so rich you're asking for trouble?"
"Come here, let me loosen your skin today."
As he spoke, the man grabbed the child by the back of the neck, pinched him with his large hand, dragged him over, and threw him to the ground.
Jinzi stumbled and fell, but still stubbornly insisted, "I'll remember if you hit me."
Upon hearing this, Mr. Jin's veins bulged. He groped around and dragged a golf club out from behind the door. "I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget!"
"As you wish, I'll make sure you remember this well!"
Having said that, he picked up the cue stick and was about to hit it.
Jinzi's small body trembled slightly, her eyes widened, and she didn't flinch.
The cold air seeped into his limbs from the top of his head. He was terrified, but he didn't try to escape.
The stick finally landed on the ground.
Mr. Jin couldn't bring himself to hit him.
He still had his senses when he looked at his youngest son, who wasn't even as tall as his leg.
But just then, before the stick could reach him, Jinzi got up and bit down on the hand that was being held out to him.
With a mouthful of sharp fangs, it was like a bloodthirsty little wolf cub, once it bit down, it wouldn't let go.
The father, in pain, reached out and pinched his son's face, trying to pull him away.
He didn't know where the hatred came from, but Jin's father felt as if his fingernails had scratched his son's face—
They've already bled, and even with so much gold, they still won't budge.
Are you out of your mind?
If it were anyone else, Mr. Jin would have already smashed their skull with two punches.
But the person who bit him was his own son.
Jin's father's arm was also bleeding; the wolf cub not only bit him, but also liked to pull at him.
It seems like they want to tear off a piece of flesh.
The saying "like father, like son" is true; Mr. Jin felt that his son was even more ruthless than him.
At the age of six or seven, they were willing to risk their lives for him.
How could we possibly win?
Mr. Jin pinched his nose directly—
If your mouth is biting someone and you can't breathe through your nose, don't you have to switch to your mouth to breathe?
Sure enough, taking advantage of the moment when the wolf cub couldn't breathe and paused, Jin's father withdrew his arm and slapped him hard.
Jin Ziduo's ears were ringing from the beating, and he was lying on the ground panting, seeing stars.
Mr. Jin has already brought the golf club over—
"You asked for this!"
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