Acker's pleading words made the guy following him and the two blocking his way burst out laughing in unison.
"Leave a bit?
I'll leave you a bit!"
The man following behind Acker sneered and kicked him in the lower back.
Instantly, Acker fell to the ground.
The money slipped from his hand, flour scattered everywhere, meat rolled in the mud, and eggs broke all over the ground.
Acker looked at this scene with pain, but the ensuing punches and kicks only forced the honest father to protect his head and curl up his body.
Fists fell like raindrops.
Feet stomped down hard.
The pursuer soon began to gasp for breath from exertion.
"Damn it, this old man can run fast. If I hadn't grown up in Old Town, I would have definitely lost him," the pursuer cursed angrily.
As he cursed, he stomped on Acker again.
"That's enough, don't kill him here.
The boss said, we have to use him to threaten his son and daughter.
This old guy still has value."
