Mrs. York was stunned by the sudden pain. "Let go! What do you think you’re doing, you little bastard!"
Zachery looked innocent, blinking his eyes.
But what could he do? That box of silver needles on the table was so conspicuous. It was obvious what the old hag wanted to do.
So he had casually grabbed a few, giving one to Christian and one to Mia, just in case.
Zachery, currently wearing Christian’s face, looked even more well-behaved when he smiled.
"Mrs. York, we don’t like it when you call us little bastards. We’ll give you one more chance to speak nicely."
Mrs. York was so angry she could barely breathe. "Who do you think you are to deserve me speaking nicely! My daughter is going to be the next Mrs. Sloan. You three little bastards will have to answer to my daughter... AHHHH!!"
"Christian Sloan, let go! Let go!!"
Zachery’s smile widened.
"You see, Mrs. York, I’m a very reasonable child."
"These silver needles were what you were going to use to bully us, right? So I’m just returning the favor. You use silver needles, so I’m using silver needles. I’m not even hitting you~ See? Am I not very reasonable?"
Mrs. York was speechless.
The pain made Mrs. York’s eyes roll back. ’What kind of reasoning is this?!’
The silver needles were specially made, and the pain was unbearable. She would have rather had Christian Sloan just hit her!
Zachery’s eyes lit up as if he had read her mind. "You said it, not me. Then I’ll hit you~"
Mrs. York shrieked, "Christian Sloan, you wouldn’t dare! There are security cameras here!"
Zachery shook his head. "Mrs. York, do you really think we’re stupid? Since you wanted to bully us, you definitely wouldn’t leave any evidence. And if you can’t leave evidence, then there definitely aren’t any cameras here."
"But~ you specifically chose a place with no cameras. Who does that benefit? Oh! It turns out it benefits me!"
THUD!
Mrs. York crashed to her knees.
She looked at ’Christian Sloan’s’ hand in astonishment... ’How can a child be this strong?!’
Zachery landed two solid punches on Mrs. York’s chest. She was completely stunned.
’What on earth did Estelle Lockwood feed her son?! No, wait, isn’t Christian Sloan a sickly weakling?! Why... why does it hurt so much when he hits someone!’
She felt like her ribs were about to break!
"You just wait! I’m calling the police! The police!"
Hearing her mention the police, Zachery hesitated for a moment, but Christian said coolly, "Perhaps you should try. The news of an adult being beaten up by a five-year-old would certainly be interesting."
Mrs. York was speechless.
Mrs. York’s face flushed red with anger. It was true that an adult couldn’t possibly be pinned to the ground and beaten by a five-year-old child, but... but what was with Christian Sloan’s strength?!
Suddenly, Mrs. York heard a SNAP. Her mind went blank, and without a second thought, she picked up a nearby stool and viciously swung it at ’Christian’s’ head—
"Watch out!" A parent rushed over and snatched ’Christian’ away.
CRASH! The stool smashed onto the floor.
There were many parents in the children’s area, and the loud noise drew a crowd. Seeing three children cowering in a corner while a middle-aged woman angrily smashed a stool, they frowned. "What are you doing? Are you trying to hit a child?"

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