Adam Jones outright ignored her words, his chilling gaze shifting to the child in the woman’s arms, startling the child into an involuntary shiver.
"This isn’t over; who said you could leave?"
His slender finger pointed at the child in the woman’s arms, his eyes devoid of any pity, "Let him come out."
Seeing Adam Jones so heartless that he would even target a ten-year-old child, the woman’s face turned even paler with fear.
Clinging tightly to the boy in her arms, she pleaded with Adam Jones, "Mr. Jones, my son didn’t mean to harm Mrs. Jones; he’s still young and doesn’t understand, please spare him this once."
"Still young, doesn’t understand..."
Adam pressed his thin lips together, quietly repeating these words, the contours of his face conveying a bloodthirsty aggressiveness.
"If he doesn’t understand, it’s because you didn’t teach him well. Since you can’t teach him, then I’ll teach him for you."
As he finished speaking, he signaled the driver with his eyes.
Understanding the signal, the driver stepped forward and pulled the boy out of the woman’s arms, causing the boy to immediately burst into tears.
"Mr. Jones, my son really didn’t do it on purpose. How can you bully a child ? If word gets out, what will it do to your reputation?"
The woman, weeping, tried to reason with Adam, yet she dared not speak too harshly.
But as soon as she finished speaking, Adam laughed; a few more degrees of cold intensity gathered in his eyes.
"This isn’t called bullying; it’s called teaching him a lesson."
Just a moment ago, when that man had slapped his own face, Adam had opened the surveillance video from earlier, clearly seeing everything that had happened on it.
How could that little brute’s actions not be deliberate?
He watched as the boy charged at Elly with that sword in hand; if Elly had been even a step slower, that sword...
He couldn’t even bear to think further, terrified by the possibility of what could have happened; his heart was still trembling even now.
And this woman dared say this little brute didn’t do it on purpose?
"You bad man, let me go, Mom, Dad, come save me..."
"Bad guy, bastard, fuck your mom, let me go now ..."
"Your woman deserves it; I didn’t even touch her, what right do you have to discipline me ..."
The ten-year-old child spewed obscenities; everyone knew where he had learned such language.
Even now, he refused to repent; it was indeed time for a serious lesson.
At ten, he was not that young anymore.
The crowd looked at the child with indescribable expressions in their eyes.
What kind of upbringing leads to such a little brute?
Don’t be fooled; if such a delinquent child isn’t disciplined early on, he is likely to commit unlawful deeds as he grows up.
Hearing the foul language spewing from the child’s mouth, Adam’s face was ice-cold, the murderous look in his eyes intensifying. He raised his hand and delivered a slap across the child’s face, stunning him into silence.
All the curse words at the tip of his tongue failed to make their way out.
"The fact that I haven’t maimed you is because I’m considering that you’re still a child."
At the drop of his voice, cold to the extreme, he cast an icy glance at the driver. The driver, catching on, took the toy sword that had been used for evidence from the security guard, grabbed the child’s hand, and forcefully slashed it across the back of the hand.
The several other men were already frightened out of their wits, their complexions deathly pale, their lips trembling.