Dacheng did not believe that these people did not know that what he was doing was ultimately for their own benefit. So what if the women were snatched away? They were useless! By serving the ability users, they could at least make something of themselves and eat well. What was there to feel upset about? And yet these people were still making a fuss for no reason. They really did not know what was good for them. Dacheng frowned when he saw that the boy was reluctant to stop.
Even when the ability users pushed him away, he actually tried to climb up the encirclement. Seeing this, Dachengβs expression turned quite bad. What was this? Even a little boy was now trying to climb onto his head and act crazy? It was one thing that Bai Meiyue had caused trouble for him, but who was this little boy?
He rolled his eyes and shouted at the men, "What are you doing? Can you lot not even deal with a little boy?"
Upon hearing this, one of the soldiers reached out and smacked the base of his rifle against the head of the little boy. Earlier they were a bit careful, as they did not want to hurt a child, but if the child was bent on causing trouble, then they were not going to hold back!
Bang!
The sound of the metal hitting flesh echoed in the surroundings, and the child staggered back. Bright, red blood started to flow down the forehead of the boy, staining half of his face and one of his eyes.
"Weiguo!"
The father of the boy was startled and reached out to help the boy up, and when he saw the blood that was dripping down the forehead of his son, he could not help but yell, "What!? Just what do you think you are doing? Just because you have power in your hands, you think you can do anything? How can you hurt someone like this?"
No one paid attention to the father who was screaming; instead, their attention turned to the child in his arms. At that moment, the child was looking at them with hatred so intense that it terrified a few soldiers. How could these eyes belong to a child?
"Kill the child." Dacheng noticed the look in the childβs eyes and understood that the child could not be kept. The look in the eyes of that child was like a feral beast; if they let him live, then he was worried that this boy would become an enemy of their team. It was better to cut the weeds from the root than leave a danger behind.



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