Smack...
Lin Shisan brought his hand down in a vicious slap.
The blow sent Hu Niu's father tumbling three or four times through the air.
He crashed into a tree, spat out half a catty of Deer Wine, and sobered up on the spot.
"You... Lin Shisan... what right do you have to hit me?"
The old drunk clutched his burning left cheek.
Then his dark eyes darted left and right, and faced with reality, he immediately accepted it.
"Shisan, it's not that your uncle is being unreasonable. I'm actually doing this for your own good."
"Hu Niu belongs to Brother Yi now. If you anger him, he'll take your life."
"Hu Niu's mother is frail and sickly, and Xiao Hu is the way he is. They both need money spent on them. If I don't sell Hu Niu, how are the two of us supposed to live?"
Xiao Hu was Hu Niu's younger brother.
He had been born with an intellectual disability. Though already thirteen or fourteen, he had only the intelligence of a three- to five-year-old child.
"B-Brother Yi..."
The old drunk, who had been patiently trying to persuade him, suddenly brightened.
He hurried behind a man with a scar on his face.
The Brother Yi he had mentioned had just arrived.
Three burly men followed him, each carrying bags and bundles.
"Brother Yi, Brother Yi, this has nothing to do with me! This Lin Shisan ate a bear's heart and a leopard's gall and dared to snatch Hu Niu away. Why don't you take her back?"
"Lin Shisan? This is the Lin Shisan who brought her here?"
Brother Yi had a rough voice and heavy breathing. One look was enough to tell he had trained.
"Spare me, Brother Yi! This really has nothing to do with me.