Chapter 140: A Wolf Cub
Ian Monroe suddenly couldn’t hear his mother’s voice anymore. That’s when he realized his watch phone was dead!
He stood up, holding the watch, and looked all around. He started to walk forward, but after a few steps, he thought about it and sat back down by the large tree.
Nearby, a man had been secretly following Ian Monroe.
After following for so long, he hadn’t seen any adults with the child.
’He’s wearing some kindergarten’s uniform and carrying a backpack. He must be lost. A kid this good-looking will definitely sell for a good price.’
The man turned, walked into a convenience store, and bought some snacks before heading toward Ian Monroe.
The moment Ian Monroe saw a stranger approaching, he immediately became vigilant.
"Hey, little guy, what are you doing here all by yourself? Can’t find your mommy?"
Ian Monroe stared coldly at the man, saying nothing.
"Look, I’ve got lots of yummy snacks here. What do you like? You can have some."
Ian Monroe still said nothing and showed no intention of eating.
"Don’t be scared. I’m not a bad guy. I just want to help you. See, you’re here all alone with no adults around. It’s easy to run into bad people."
Still, Ian Monroe remained unmoved.
’Damn it, is he mute or something?’ the man cursed inwardly.
’Forget it. If I can’t coax him, I’ll just take him by force!’
The man stood up, grabbed Ian Monroe’s hand, and said viciously, "You little brat! Skipping school to sneak off here! Get home with me!"
"Let go of me! I don’t know you!" Ian Monroe shouted immediately.
’So he can talk!’ The man’s attitude grew even nastier. "You little brat! I’m your father!"
"Help! Help!" Ian Monroe quickly sat down on the ground and yelled to the people around him.
People nearby all turned to look.
Seeing this, the man, far from letting go, only yelled louder, "You little brat, looks like I’ve been too easy on you! If I don’t teach you a lesson today, you’ll never learn what’s what!"
Ian Monroe suddenly lunged at the man and bit down hard on him.
The man cried out in pain and let go of Ian Monroe.
Ian Monroe immediately scrambled to his feet, grabbed the water bottle from his backpack, and threw it at the man.
The man was caught off guard, and the water bottle hit him in the corner of his eye, which instantly started to swell.
’Damn it! Is this kid a wolf or something? Why is he so difficult!’
"He’s not my father! I don’t have a father!" Ian Monroe declared at once.
"You little monster!" The man was furious. "You don’t even recognize your own dad! I’ll beat you to death today!" The man raised his hand and swung at Ian Monroe!
Suddenly, he felt his wrist tighten as someone grabbed it.
Before he could even turn to see who was meddling, he heard a CRACK! The person had brutally dislocated his arm!
The man was in too much pain to speak. He slowly turned to look at the man who had suddenly appeared.
He was five-foot-ten, but in front of this man, he was still shorter by a large margin. Moreover, this man exuded a chilling aura. The moment their eyes met, his legs couldn’t help but tremble.
Yet, he forced himself to say, "Who are you? I’m disciplining my own child. What business is it of yours?"
"Your child?" Evan Fairchild questioned coldly.
"No!" Ian Monroe said immediately. The little boy’s presence was surprisingly forceful as he challenged the man, "What’s my name? How old am I? Where do I live? Who’s my mother! You tell me!"