Gu Jianlin withdrew his gaze and turned to look at the little boy.
He looked about twelve or thirteen years old. His blue short-sleeved shirt hadn't been washed in a long time, and it was covered in dust and grime. His shorts had holes, and his sneakers were caked in mud.
His features were somewhat delicate, but his face bore a few shoe prints.
Scholar grabbed the boy's collar, making his face turn pale with fear as he gritted his teeth tightly.
The group of young men standing nearby exchanged glances and quickly fled into the alley, not daring to pursue further.
Gu Jianlin said calmly, "Give me your phone."
The boy lowered his head and silently handed over the phone.
"Let's go. Stop making trouble; it's just a kid," he said.
Gu Jianlin took the phone and turned to leave.
Scholar released the boy's collar, cast him a cold glance, and then turned to follow.
"Straight to the black market," Gu Jianlin said nonchalantly as he glanced at the time.
