Chapter 87


    From a distance, a group of children was seen throwing stones at a teenage boy. As soon as Samuel


    saw the boy crying in pain, he sped up his pace and walked over.


    "Stop it, what are you guys doing?" Samuel shouted.


    The group of little goons were actingwlessly and were not afraid of Samuel. The two slightly older


    guys even yelled at Samuel.


    "Who are you? What does this idiot have to do with you? We’re hitting him, not you. Nosy fe."


    "Look at this idiot. He''s stillughing! This means he likes to be hit."


    After saying that, the group of children threw stones a t him again.


    Samuel stood in front of Asher Zandt.


    Florinda gave him that name because she hoped that Asher could always be happy and blessed, but


    what she did not know was that her son had be a ything for the naughty kids around him.


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    "You’re an idiot too. You actually want to take the beating for him."


    "I didn''t expect another fool to show up. Hit them."


    Under the leadership of two elder individuals, the


    remaining kids began picking up stones on the ground again.


    Samuel walked to the eldest one, grabbed him by the cor, and lifted him into the air. "You little devil. If


    your parents won''t teach you how to be a man, then I will."


    Holding something against children was not Samuel''s style, but he really could not take it anymore and


    pped the boy in the face.


    "You hit me? How dare you hit me?" The boy looked at Samuel with an expression of disbelief, as if


    being beaten was a very foreign experience for him. Samuel had no idea how that ghetto brought up


    such an unruly little devil boy.


    "I’m warning you. If you bully Asher in the future again, I won’t let you off so easily." Samuel flung the


    boy and threw him on the ground.


    The little boy looked at Samuel with vicious eyes and gritted his teeth before saying, "Just you wait. I''ll


    Once the oldest ran away, the other little kids followed him and made themselves scarce.


    Samuel walked over to Asher. Although the boy’s expression sported a silly smile, there were traces of


    fear in his confused eyes. Samuelforted him," Don''t worry. I''m not a bad person. No one will dare


    to bully you in the future again."


    Asher smiled and shouted, "Big Brother."


    Samuel felt some bitterness in his heart and said," Let’s go home, Big Brother will cook for you."


    The home was very small and had only one room; they cooked and slept in the same room.


    Asher sat down on a stic stool and looked at Samuel quietly. Samuel realized that the scene was


    probably simr to when Florinda was cooking.


    There were no fresh vegetables at home, and there was only a te of leftovers in the wooden cab


    where the tableware was kept in. After Samuel cooked the meal, he said to Asher, "Be good and wait


    for Big Brother at home okay. I''ll go out to buy you some delicious food."


    Asher nodded expectantly, like a chicken pecking at rice.


    Samuel had just only left when the guy whom Samuel pped came to the house with a few adults,


    who were likely his parents.


    "Where''s the guy, you little idiot? Where did that person just now go?" the little boy asked after giving


    Asher a merciless punch in the guts.


    Asher hugged his head in fear and burst into tears.


    "Dad, what are we going to do? He probably ran away already," the little boy turned his head and said


    to one of the grown men.


    The grown man’s name was Simon Yannick. He was the gangster leader in the ghetto and the reason


    why


    his son was brave enough to terrorize the area.


    The ghetto was a no man''snd. Since it was a ce where one could not get any profits, people like


    Johann would not pay attention to the area at all, thereby allowing some people to make a name for


    themselves.


    Simon was very good at fighting and sessfully made his name for himself in the ghettos. Everyone


    would call out Brother Simon when they saw him.


    Despite his poorness, his status remained rather high within the ghetto.


    After hearing that his son was beaten, Simon immediately brought someone over to settle scores, but


    he was one step toote.


    Still, he could not just drop the matter like that.


    "Drag this fool out for a beating. We''ll vent out our anger on behalf of my son," Simon said to his


    subordinate.


    Even though Asher was a sick boy, several of the goons pushed Asher out of the house and started


    punching and kicking Asher.


    The little boy looked at Asher triumphantly and seemed to enjoy the process very much.


    "Son, if you''re still angry, Dad will send someone to find that person and ask him to kneel and


    apologize t o you."