Seeing that Su Xiao showed no displeasure, the President relaxed slightly before turning to the soldier.
"What's going on here? Answer me, soldier! Who told you to beat him like this?" he demanded sternly.
The guard who had just spoken was stunned on the spot.
The President had never spoken like this before.
Forget these refugees, who were treated like dogs—even the citizens of the capital had never been regarded as human beings by the President.
Why did he suddenly seem to care so much about these refugees?
Though he couldn't understand it...
Since the President had spoken, however, the guard answered honestly.
"Your Excellency, the man said that both of his daughters are sick."
"If they're sick, take them to a hospital. It's not as if the capital has no hospitals. Why didn't you take his daughters there immediately instead of coming here to block the convoy?"
"Your... Your Excellency," the man lying on the ground said weakly. He vomited a mouthful of blood and continued haltingly, "Please... please help me. My wife died long ago. I only have my two daughters left. To escape, we gave up almost everything. I don't have a single cent left on me now."
"Please... please, Your Excellency. I can't lose my daughters."
The President put on a gentle expression.
He had originally intended to squat down and take the man's hand.
That would make his performance seem more sincere.
But as he squatted down, he smelled the stench of sweat wafting from the man.
And the rusty smell of blood.
Then he saw the man's hand, covered in bloodstains, and the President immediately couldn't keep up the act.
He squatted down, then quickly stood again.
Perhaps feeling that looking down at someone like that was inappropriate, the President did not look at