"George, why are you doing this?" Harry cried out, clutching his leg with one hand and covering his swollen cheek with the other, on the verge of tears.
Not a single person in the crowd dared to step forward and intervene.
The Walker family matriarch, seeing her grandson beaten so badly, was heartbroken. She quickly called over a few young men from the family.
These young men summoned their courage, trembling as they approached George. Relying on their numbers, they bravely shouted, "Stop... stop it now!"
"You little punk, you dare call for backup?" George, still fuming, raised his iron rod high and snarled, "Anyone who dares to step in today, I'll break their hand, and if they try again, I'll break the other!"
As soon as those words left his mouth, everyone froze, their fear of Georg
