92 The Benevolent Butcher

"I don't want to see it, I don't want to see it. Brother, I don't want to see it..."

A five or six-year-old boy with a fair complexion and welling tears hid behind a young man with black hair. He peeked his head out to look at a tied, white pig lying above a wooden platform not far away. Beside it stood a burly middle-aged man. As the boy's tiny mouth shriveled, his tiny head shook like a rattle.

The young boy was both sad and afraid. Although the white pig wasn't considered cute, it appeared very pitiful to be slaughtered under a butcher's knife. Furthermore, not only did his father want to kill it, but his father had also insisted on him witnessing the process. His father was too vile.

"Dad, Xiaobai is still young. Why don't we wait till he is older?"

The black-haired youth rubbed the small boy's head. His eyes were soft and loving.