"Ah, I'm going to fight you all!"
The limping teenager, consumed by rage, grabbed a fire stick and charged at the woman who was committing the violence. She lifted her foot and kicked the boy in the stomach, sending him flying several meters away.
Not far away, the woman's companions were either watching coldly, smirking, or enjoying the spectacle, some even clapping and cheering.
"Hahaha, one old slut, one little slut, a whole nest of sluts!"
The woman kept hurling insults.
The middle-aged man, who had been beaten earlier, looked disheveled and staggered towards the teenager.
"Xiao Shan..."
His hands were trembling, his voice extremely hoarse. He lifted the boy's upper body, his eyes filled with apathy, as if his spirit had long died, as if he had lost all will to live.
The woman was relentless, intending to continue the assault, but then.
"Dad, Xiao Shan!"
The girl's crisp voice rang out from outside the courtyard, like an auditory hallucination.
