A group of tall and strong boys surrounded a much shorter middle school boy.
The boys were wearing sports jerseys, covered in sweat, as if they had just come off the tennis court. They casually hit the little boy's back with their rackets:
"What's your name again, you little clown from the Qin Family?"
"Where's your sister Qin Xin? She hasn't been to class for days, is she dead or something?"
"Isn't your sister supposed to be so awesome? Even she faces bankruptcy one day, huh?"
"After messing with the Nalan Family, your Qin Family is finished. Both your sisters have to be sold out, will you, little brat, end up as the piss pot carrier, too?"
The leading boy even swung his racket at the boy's head: "Your sister once said she'd break my arm if I touched you. Heh, I'm touching you now, where is she to take my arm, huh? Maybe she's just waiting for a buyer to examine the goods, eh?"
"Hahahaha..." The others laughed uproariously.
