“You bastard! You should know whom you deal with.”
“Shoot him.”
“In your next life, you will never dare to get what is bigger than you.”
“Say hello to my grandfather.” The gunshot echoed and blood splattered on little Ryan, who was standing next to his father.
They had been attacked by unknown assailants at night on their way home.
“His son is here!”
“You reap what your father sow”
“Take him.”
“Please don’t shoot me.” Little Ryan begged, tears rolling down his cheek.
“Pull the trigger damn! He’s a chicken with little life.”
“Let's spare his life. His f**lish father trying to do beyond himself is the victim and he’s gone. Spare the little one.”
He was thrown out of the car, he hit his head on the stone. His world flashed and stopped. The next thing he knew was that he opened his eyes to meet two elderly women standing beside him.
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