Chapter 63

They saw Steven being thrown in, his nose broken and his face swelled with bruises. There were a few beefy-looking men behind him. Flora was someone who would do anything for her child, so she immediately ran over when she saw her son beaten into this state. “Steven, what happened? Are you okay?” she asked, concerned. Her son was so frightened that snot and tears streamed down his face. He cried so badly—almost even resembling a girl. “Who are you people? Why did you beat my son?” Flora snarled. A pot-bellied man with a gold chain around his neck stepped forward. “What are you screaming about? A b*tch like you gave birth to this son of a b*tch, who actually dared to lay a hand on my woman. So what if I gave him a good beating?” After Steven had emerged from the toilet, he ran into a woman wearing seductive clothing. He said obscenities to her as his mind was unfiltered by the alcohol. He did not know that the woman was with a gang leader, who then beat him up without so much o