The man kicked Cai Su several times. When he found the scrawny woman clinging to him like glue, he slapped her swollen face.
"Get lost! That little bloodsucker is half-dead anyway. Wasting nutrient liquid on him is pointless. It'd be better off as my gambling money! If you don't let go, you damn bitch, don't blame me if I kill you!"
The slap split the corner of Cai Su's mouth, drawing blood. Her expression was stubborn, showing every intention of fighting her husband to the bitter end.
Her stare infuriated the man, and he raised his hand again.
"That's enough!" Granny Jin walked over holding an umbrella and scolded him. "Wang Hu, are you sure you want to beat her to death? If she dies, you'll get one less share of relief supplies."
If Granny Jin had said anything else, Wang Hu would have just scoffed.
But one less person meant one less share of relief supplies, which meant less gambling money for him. For a lazy gambling addict with no source of income, this was a fatal blow.
