"Kill him, kill him, why is a person like him so disgusting?"

"Just don't hurry up and die!"

"It's really sick that I went to steal other people's money."

Several big strong men punched and kicked a man.

The man lying on the ground had already been beaten to the point that his nose was blue, his face was swollen, and the corners of his mouth were even oozing blood.

Although he had been beaten and bruised, the man still tightly protected the money bag in his arms.

When a few big men saw that they couldn't fight, they grabbed it directly.

"You thief, don't hurry up and return the stolen money to us!"

A big man had already reached out to grab the money bag in the man's arms, and he couldn't help but scold.

The man's hand grasped the money bag tightly, without the slightest intention of letting go.

One of the big men suddenly grabbed the man, grabbed him by one arm, and pulled him off the ground.

As a result, the man only had one hand to hold the money bag.

However, the money bag in his hand was snatched away by the big men in a few clicks.

When the big men saw that the money was taken back, they threw the man back to the ground in disgust.

As the big men gradually moved away from their backs, the man was unable to lie on the ground.

At that moment, the philanthropist seemed to see the Grim Reaper holding the scythe to hook his soul.

The scythe of death was approaching, and I thought I was going to die like this, but the children in the orphanage appeared in my mind.

The kind and innocent child is still sick and hungry, and they are still waiting for him to go back.

The philanthropist slowly got up from the ground, his clothes had already become tattered because of the beating by Ou, one eye on his face was bleeding, and his stomach was kicked by the big man a few times, and now it hurts terribly.

Bruised all over his body, he pulled out a few bills from his pocket, which had been given to him by a girl earlier.

He didn't understand that money was so important to everyone in this world, but why did someone give him money?

The pain in his body pulled back the thoughts of the philanthropist who was still thinking.

Holding the banknotes tightly in his hands, he dragged his heavy body, bought medicine and steamed noodles for the children, and hurried back to the orphanage.

**

When the philanthropist returned to the orphanage, the group of children was waiting for him, and they were all standing at the door.

He Jing saw the worry in the children's eyes, and couldn't help but smile coldly, it turned out that there were still people in this world who were worried about him.

"Uncle Kreacher, you're back."

One of the older girls ran up to the philanthropist and couldn't help but reddened her eyes when she saw his wounds.

"Silly girl, crying and crying all day long, crying and swollen eyes, and when she grows up, she will not be beautiful."

The philanthropist touched the girl's head, endured the pain in her body, and reluctantly smiled.

The philanthropist handed the buns and medicine to the girl: "Take these and quickly distribute them to the children, and give the medicine to the sick children." ”

"And what about you, Uncle Kreacher?"

"Uncle is fine, you can quickly distribute the food to everyone."

Hearing the philanthropist say this, the girl gave the food in her hand to the child.

When the children in the orphanage arrived, they were smiling happily and eating steamed buns as if they were eating delicacies from the mountains and the sea.

Maybe this kind of ordinary bun can't be the best thing in the eyes of this group of children.

The philanthropist walked into the room, and his bright eyes suddenly dimmed.

He reached out and stroked his left eye, which was already unconscious.

There are all injuries on the body, and no part of the body is good, and because the injuries are not treated in time, the injuries in many places have begun to get serious.