"Yes!"
Charlie River grabbed the crying little boy from the crowd and threw him on the ground.
The boy's mother ran out anxiously. "What do you want to do to my son?"
Charlie River grabbed the mother's collar with one hand, lifting her up. "Shut up if you don't want to die!"
The woman's face gradually turned purple, her eyes wide open in terror. She stared at Charlie River, deep fear in her eyes.
The little boy was scared and wet himself, wailing loudly, "Don't hit my mother... bad person, I'll kill you!"
Charlie River kicked the boy away. The boy fell to the ground and struggled to get up for a while.
"Speak! Where did all that money come from?"
"I won't tell you, bad person!" The little boy spat defiantly.
The spit landed on Charlie River's trousers. He sneered and threw the woman to the ground.
BANG!
The woman wailed in pain. Charlie River stepped on her chest, his gaze fixed on the little boy. "If you don't speak, your mother will die."
