Under the old locust tree at the entrance of the alley, Lean was pressed into the mud, with broken bricks hitting the back of his head. The pain made his eyes black. The fat boy in the senior class grabbed his hair, snatched away the half piece of sweet potato in his pocket that he was reluctant to eat, and spat in his face: "A poor guy deserves to eat this?"
There was a circle of children watching the fun, laughing and joking, but no one was willing to reach out to help him. Le'an's old schoolbag was trampled to pieces, his homework book was torn into pieces, and the dirt mixed with the muddy water stuck to his arm.
He gritted his teeth and didn't cry or beg for mercy. He just stared at the fat boy who was snatching his sweet potatoes. The sunlight hurt his eyes, but the light in his eyes was stronger than the sun.
He clenched his fists, and his nails dug into his palms, causing blood to ooze out.
He made an oath in his heart——
Whatever you stepped on my head today, I, Zhao Le, will definitely take it back a thousand times a hundred times in the future! This despicable fate will one day become the fate of the King of Hell!
