C3 Blood Bun

The middle-aged man's hair was messy, his nose was bruised, and he had a bun in his hand. He ignored everyone's punches and kicks and just buried his head in the bun.

Amidst his messy kicks, someone kicked the bun in the middle-aged man's hand to the side. That person held his head and ignored the punches and kicks that landed on his body. He kept crawling towards the bun as he shouted: "Steamed Bun, Steamed Bun, my Steamed Bun..."

"Stop fighting, stop fighting!" Yang Fann shouted as he rushed into the crowd and blocked his father. Yang Fann's father didn't seem to notice Yang Fann's arrival at all. He grabbed the bun on the ground and started eating it crazily again.

"Mr. Liu, please don't hit him. Please let him off this time!" Yang Fann knelt down and kowtowed as he begged a middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes.

"Why are there two of you in town? Why didn't you get out after such a long time? Why did you stay in town?" Boss Liu said in a strange tone.

"Please, don't hit me anymore!" Yang Fann kept kowtowing and begging on the ground.

"Keep hitting me!" Boss Liu said angrily.

Hearing his boss's orders, the workers no longer showed mercy and continued to fight.

Yang Fann got up from the ground and laid on his father's body to protect himself. His fists fell on his back like raindrops. Yang Fann gritted his teeth and did not say anything.

It was unknown how long they fought until Yang Fann spat out a mouthful of blood. Only then did the workers stop fighting.

"Kid, watch this crazy guy from now on!" Boss Liu said fiercely. He shook his head at the waiter and walked in.

Yang Fann used a lot of effort to move away from his father's body. Fortunately, he was used to being beaten since he was young. Otherwise, he would definitely be lying in bed for a few days. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand and looked down to see that a large piece of blood had been spat out from his chest.

"Dad, it's fine. Don't be afraid!" Yang Fann looked at his father who was trembling on the ground. He used his hand to comb his father's hair and comforted him weakly.

After hearing Yang Fann's words, Yang Fann's father slowly turned his head. There was still a trace of fear in his eyes. When he saw the bruise on Yang Fann's face, he slowly reached out his hand to touch Yang Fann's face. It hurt so much that Yang Fann made a hissing sound.

Yang Fann grabbed his father's hand and placed it in front of his chest. He forced a smile and said, "I'm fine, Dad. Don't worry!" Only then did his father laugh foolishly.

Yang Fann sat up and took out two blood-stained buns from his arms. He handed them to his father and said, "Here, eat them." When his father saw the buns, he happily snatched them away. He took a big bite of the bun and smiled at Yang Fann as he ate.

Seeing his father's expression, Yang Fann's face revealed a trace of a smile. He said to his father, "In the future, if you want to eat anything, tell me. Don't come to other people's place again. Got it?"

His father seemed to understand his words and nodded at Yang Fann.

"Dad, let's go home!" Yang Fann, who had rested for a while, said to his father. His father helped him up and the two of them leaned against each other as they walked towards their home.

The next day, Yang Fann took a errand from Uncle Wang. On the way, his mood had always been very low. He didn't know when this kind of day would come to an end. If his father continued like this... Not to mention going to Preston, it would be very difficult for him to leave this town.

Yang Fann sighed in his heart and stopped thinking about it. Just as he was about to continue walking forward, he looked up and saw Aaron and his group walking towards him. He quickly moved to the side of the road and wanted to avoid them. Unexpectedly, Aaron's follower, Fatty Kara, saw him.

"Yo, isn't this Yang Fann? Why are you hiding? Are you afraid that we will eat you?" Kara walked up to Yang Fann and teased him.

Yang Fann was not afraid of them in his heart. At most, he would be beaten up. It wasn't a big deal. He just didn't want any trouble. Furthermore, from the bottom of his heart, Yang Fann had always looked down on Aaron's bullying behavior. He would usually laugh at Aaron and the others' mockery of him. He disdained to lower himself to his level.

"Fatty, we don't have the time to deal with this little bastard today. We still have proper business to attend to!" Without waiting for Yang Fann to speak, Aaron said with a face full of unwillingness.

"Young master, didn't you want to find a boxer these two days? Isn't this just ready-made?" The fat man ran back to Aaron's side, winked at Aaron, and said. His face was full of slavery, causing Yang Fann to feel nauseous in his heart.

When Aaron heard what Kara said, he suddenly patted Kara's head and said with a smile, "You brat, your brain is really fast. Why didn't I think of that?"

Not only did Cara not show any dissatisfaction after being hit, the smile on her face became even wider.