Seven hundred seventy-nine, Yhan Cheng

The afterglow of the setting sun shone upon the earth, as people who had been busy all day gradually wrapped up their work, hurrying home.

Cooking smoke curled up, and the scent of food wafted from the kitchens of each household.

Luo Shu and Lu Hanmo walked hand in hand in the Guard's Members Courtyard. This had become a daily ritual for them.

"Why are you beating me? My dad is a Guard Member just like your dads!" a defiant voice came from ahead.

"Your dad is no longer a Guard Member, my mom said your dad is a traitor."

"My mom said the same thing, you should've been kicked out of the Guard District a long time ago."

"Beat him, let's kill this little traitor!"

Six or seven boys, around eight to nine years old, pinned a boy of about seven or eight to the ground.