Facing the little boy in front of him, who was not even as tall as his thigh, the man felt a surge of pleasure at the idea of torturing and killing.
This feeling of bullying the weak and slaughtering life, usually only experienced in games, was now placed in reality, making this addict feel even more thrilled.
The little boy keenly sensed the murderous intent emanating from the man, yet he still wore a look of innocent naivety.
"I really don't have any money. I'll leave my backpack with you, okay? Use my backpack in exchange for my candy."
The little boy took off his backpack and placed it on the ground.
The man glanced at the delicate little backpack; it was clearly a very expensive one, and as a children's model, it was more costly than the adult versions.
The others were also drawn to the backpack, which exuded an aura of "I'm very expensive."
The little boy stealthily slipped away from the men's side.
