Yousheng wanted to cry out from the pain, but no sound came out.
After the beating, Yousheng's face turned bright red: "I'll tell my mom right now, sob... you hit me..."
Kang Chen shook his hand: "You're already eleven, a big boy, and you're still crying. Be more ambitious. When I was your age, I already killed people."
The few blows he just dealt were indeed a bit harsh, but there was no choice, this kid really needed a lesson.
As for Xizeer, Kang Chen couldn't hit him. Even though hitting him would be easier, it would just lead to endless trouble.
But with Yousheng, Kang Chen could still keep him in line.
Yousheng, rubbing his backside angrily: "No wonder Mom won't forgive you. You just wait, when I get home, I'll tell my brother and let him settle the score with you."
Kang Chen laughed: "You're talking like your brother isn't my son."
Yousheng pouted: "I'm already this old and you still hit me. I'm definitely going to tell on you, just you wait."
