“Stop right there! Give me my purse back…” It was the sound of a pitiful woman’s cry.

“Do you dare to say that again?” A man with a cold voice asked.

When Bobby Cates heard the voices, he quickly made his way through the crowd and walked to the side of the road. He looked in the direction where the sound had come from.

Right then, approximately a dozen meters away, a middle-aged man, who was holding onto a purse, slapped a thin, scrawny, middle-aged lady in the face. Her face was already all swollen up.

The man had exerted a lot of force, and the woman fell to the ground.

Bobby recognized the two of them.

The woman was Bobby’s niece, while the man was her husband.

They lived right next door.

This man was an alcoholic and a gambling addict who frequented brothels. He was an unemployed man who also did drugs.

The two of them had an adorable son currently in middle school.

The woman worked several jobs each day to pay for her child’s education fees and the entire family’s living