"So what if I cursed? You did bring a wimpy b*stard! Coward! Piece of trash!" the fatty mocked.
"Sigh…" Nameless Nie sighed and turned to the woods behind him. "Come out, Uncle!"
A second later, a man holding a leather belt marched out from the trees.
When the fatty saw the man, he jolted and his expression dropped.
The fatty never expected the person Nameless Nie brought… would actually be his dad…
As Nameless Nie watched the fatty chased around by the man holding the whip, he dug out a bag of seeds from his pocket. "You're welcome, Uncle. Children have to be disciplined from a young age. He's so young but he's already learned how to arrange fights, so what will he do when he grows up? You should just beat him to death now."
"Little mongrel; you already know how to arrange fights, huh? You don't know anything or have any skills and I sent you to school, but you actually ditched class?!"
