Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot

”You are, let her go already!” Jiang Xiaowai decided to act and kicked him.

Even though he’d trained in Taekwondo for a summer, a child’s strength is limited, and the harm to an adult is minimal.

In the end, he opened his mouth—

And bit down on Jiang Zhaolin’s arm!

Jiang Zhaolin winced from the pain and quickly released Jiang Sese, allowing the little girl to break free, causing the watch to drop to the ground.

The commotion attracted quite a number of children who gathered around to watch; very soon, someone went to the hall to inform parents and coaches, saying there was a bad guy outside.

”I’ve been saying, I’m not a bad guy.” Jiang Zhaolin covered his forearm with his hand.

What kind of kids did Jiang Xiaowu raise, how could they be so fierce!

”Then why were you grabbing her? If you keep this up, I’ll...” Jiang Xiaowai stumbled over his words, ”I’ll tell the police, uncle.”

Seeing more and more people approaching, Jiang Zhaolin tried to turn and leave, but a parent nearby, having just finished a phone call, came over and blocked his way, ”What are you doing?”

”Shouldn’t I be asking you what you’re doing? Who are you?”

”Let me through.” Jiang Zhaolin tried to leave.

”Uncle, he’s a bad guy!” Jiang Xiaowai shielded Jiang Sese behind him, feeling emboldened with an adult around.

Hearing this, the parent surely wouldn’t let him go.

”I’ve been saying, I’m not; there’s a misunderstanding here.” Jiang Zhaolin clearly feared Jiang Jinsang, Jiang Shiyi, and others coming over, attempting to shove past the parent and run.

The misunderstanding grew bigger, hearing the student say there’s a bad guy, the first ones to rush out weren’t Jiang Jinsang and them, but the coaches.

After all, it’s their venue, if a child ends up in danger, they couldn’t shirk responsibility; ignoring any performances, they moved quickly, being a group of strong, young men in their twenties and thirties.

They dashed out and saw Jiang Zhaolin trying to escape; without hesitation, they’d naturally stop him first.

Trying to run indicates a guilty conscience, the coaches certainly wouldn’t let him slip away, surrounding him, Jiang Xiaowai quickly pulled Jiang Sese aside.

Amid the struggle, there were bound to be punches and kicks exchanged.

Jiang Zhaolin was no martial artist, how could he withstand these robust coaches.

”Don’t just stand there, call the police!”

”I’m not the bad guy!” Jiang Zhaolin was pinned, receiving a flurry of punches and kicks.

”If you’re not the bad guy, why are you running.”

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When Jiang Jinsang, Jiang Shiyi, and others arrived, Jiang Zhaolin was surrounded by the crowd, completely obscured from view.

”Daddy—” Jiang Sese ran over to him, hugging him tightly; Jiang Shiyi’s gaze landed on his daughter’s arm showing red marks, seemingly understanding something right away, hurriedly picking up his daughter to ask if she was alright.

The little girl shook her head but appeared a bit aggrieved with reddened eyes.

Lin Luyou also rushed forward to check, the little girl nestled in Jiang Shiyi’s arms, evidently scared.

”Daddy, the bad grandpa came again.” Jiang Xiaowai also walked over.

”What bad grandpa?” Lin Luyou frowned.

Just then, someone shouted from the crowd:

”I really am not the bad guy, I’m her grandfather!”

A temperamental coach quickly shouted back, ”If you’re her grandfather, wouldn’t she recognize you? Why are you running?” I’ll beat you, you shameless kidnapper!”

Nearby patrol police arrived, by then, the person had already been dealt with by the coaches.

These coaches were almost all black belts in Taekwondo; falling into their hands was like falling into a den of wolves.

Jiang Zhaolin suffered a beating for nothing, not a single good spot left on him.