Chapter 8

Inside the playground, a group of three boys who all looked to be around 8 to 9 years circled a boy of the 6 years.

His eyes flickered from one face to the other, but there was no hint of fear in his eyes.

“Didn’t we tell you not to come here again? My mommy says trash like you shouldn’t play with people like us.”

“My mommy says he doesn’t have a father. He’s a bastard. Bastards shouldn’t play in the same place as us.”

“Let’s just beat him to a pulp. Next time, he will think twice before coming here.”

“What if he comes again?”

“What do you think? If he comes again, we’d beat him again until he stops coming here. Now stop asking me so many questions and grab him.”

Two of the boys hurriedly rushed over and held him down.

As they did, the 6-year-old boy kicked and struggled to get away from them.

The third boy smacked him hard across the face and snorted loudly.

“Hey, what do you think you’re doing? Weren’t you taught well at home? Oh, of course. You don’t have a father. How c

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