Father Ye and Father Lin helped receive the goods aboard the boat, dividing the work between them.
The three men lying on the ground did not dare make a sound now. Though their hearts were bleeding, they were afraid that speaking up would earn them a few more kicks. Losing their things was already inevitable.
They could only lie there, secretly glaring with hatred at the men carrying the goods away.
Ye Yaodong and the others could not be bothered to spare them another glance. They were nothing but beaten dogs.
But Lin Guangyuan was different. He thought he had looked awfully impressive in the fight just now. "Little Maternal Uncle, look, they still aren't taking it lying down. They even dare to glare at us. I'll teach them another lesson for you. You carry on."
"Well, where did this little bruiser come from?" Xiao Xiao was checking the boat for anything else worth taking when he heard that and could not help laughing.
"The Lin family."
Ye Yaodong glanced at Lin Guangyuan, then caught him by the back of his collar after he had landed two kicks, stopping him from continuing.
Boys his age already liked acting tough and fighting. He had better not actually go astray. There were plenty of street punks around these days who liked ordering half-grown kids like him to do illegal things.
Kids this age really did fucking idolize those street punks, thinking they were cool, with money in their pockets and a whole gang of brothers or underlings.
"Getting hooked on it, are you?"
Lin Guangyuan gave him an ingratiating smile. "No, it's just that they still looked defiant. They even dared to glare at us. That means they haven't been taught enough of a lesson."
Ye Yaodong patted his shoulder and put