The moment the video ended.

I just wanted to kill someone.

I want to kill those two bastards.

The tempered glass triangle ruler was smashed directly on my daughter's head, such cruelty, such viciousness!

They had no scruples at all.

It’s evident that this level of violence, the wanton humiliation and bullying of my daughter, wasn’t the first time.

At school.

I saw those two girls.

They stood lazily in the corner, their faces full of defiance.

Sitting across from my daughter's head teacher was a middle-aged man and a woman.

They kept saying things like "they're just kids", "I can't control her", and similar excuses to the head teacher.

Those two bastards, however, admitted directly to their assault on my daughter.

As for the reason.

"Just because she annoys me," the girl on the left complained, "so annoying! She just keeps getting her parents involved."

I remembered her.

She was the one in the video, leading the attack on my girl, smashing her with the tempered glass triangle ruler.

The middle-aged woman beside her tugged at her clothes: "Yangyang, how can you speak like that? Apologize to the uncle, say you won't do it again, and be more polite."

She sneered and provocatively raised her head: "Sorry, I promise I won't hit her again, alright? So troublesome!"

After saying that, she looked at the police officer beside her: "Can I go now? I have things to do!"

"Where are you going?" the officer asked.

She glanced sideways at me: "Going to slap that bitch twice, haven't hit her today yet! Her mouth is so annoying!"

"Damn it!"

I erupted in fury, flipped over the sofa, and kicked her, sending her flying back. I aimed another kick at her head, causing her face to be covered in blood.

The other bastard beside her tried to stop me, but I grabbed her by the hair and smashed her head against the table.

My eyes were bloodshot as I stepped on a mop in the corner, breaking it in half. I grabbed the stick and swung it ferociously at the leading girl. She cried out in terror, curling up on the ground.

Her mother ran over hysterically, scratching at my face. I kicked her in the stomach, grabbed her by the hair, and dragged her to the ground. She reached out to block, and I swung the stick at her arm, making her scream incessantly.

The remaining middle-aged man took the opportunity to kick me in the back and punched me in the face, the pain from the nosebleed making my eyes blaze with anger.