It was hard to be scared of a four-or-five-year-old child with such an innocent, adorable smile.
So, this group of blood-soaked gangsters erupted into laughter; some even laughed until tears streamed down their faces.
"I'm dying! What did this kid say? He wants Boss Dai to die a painful death?"
"Hahaha, has this kid watched too much TV?"
"Go suckle at your mother's teat, you little brat!"
"..."
Despite their laughter, they showed no mercy when they struck. The steel pipe in one thug's hand swung directly at Liu Xiaolin's head. If this blow landed, it would definitely smash his brains out.
However, just as the steel pipe was about to hit him, Liu Xiaolin casually lifted his hand and extended a single, chubby, tender finger toward it. It looked incredibly cute.
The attackers were all stunned for a moment.
