"Little brat!"
The force of that kick was so strong that he opened his eyes in pain. As soon as he opened his eyes, he was picked up and brought outside. He patted the man's hand in panic: "What are you doing? Let me go!"
"Hey! Little brat! Now that you've fallen into our hands, you'll have to be obedient. Otherwise, I will break your legs!" The man swung his arms and threw Hao'er onto the ground.
Hao'er, who fell to the ground, saw eleven little beggars standing in the small dilapidated courtyard. Some of them looked one or two years older than him, even three or four years older, and others looked younger than him.
They all wore tattered clothes and they had messy hair. All of them were thin and scrawny, as if they hadn't had enough to eat. At this moment, the little beggars looked at him, then they huddled together and looked at the two men. Every one of them had a trace of fear and weakness in their eyes.
