Raging Waves

"What are you doing?" the teenager shouted loudly.

The teenager firmly gripped a blood-stained, sharp, long stone in his hand, pointing it at the dozen or so adults constantly approaching him.

Behind the teenager was a little boy only half his height, who clutched the teenager's hem nervously.

"Little bastard, you actually dared to ambush your grandpa here. Your grandpa was originally going to show some kindness and give you a quick end, and then use you as rations, but now this grandpa is going to eat you alive," said a man with a forehead stained bright red by fresh blood, a pale complexion, large, bulging eyes like a dead fish, and buckteeth, speaking with a ferocious expression.

Hearing this, the teenager trembled instantly; he understood what these people wanted to do. In an instant, his grip on the stone tightened even more. Although his body trembled in fear, his gaze was incomparably resolute, and he kept repeating in his heart: I promised mother to take good care of my younger brother, to take good care of my younger brother...

The teenager's gaze swept past the people behind the dozen or so who had surrounded him, discovering not a single person coming over to help speak up or uphold justice. Some of those people wore cold expressions, some lowered their heads in guilt, some wore expressions of excitement, while other adults tightly hugged their own children, covering their eyes and ears.

"You don't need to look. No one will help you today. This is everyone's joint decision. The two of you brothers are the youngest here, and you don't have any adults by your side. You are the ones selected by everyone's vote this time," said the man with the bloody forehead.

"Uncle Song! Is what Gouzi said true?" the