C304 Elimination Tournament
"You don't have to hit my parents, you wicked villains, ah, I'll bite you to death," said the child, about seven or eight years old.
"Ah, it hurts so much. Where did this little bastard come from? How dare he bite me? He's courting death." The burly man in the white shirt shouted. He grabbed the little boy and threw him to the ground.
"G * dd * mm * t, my child
