Kyle put on an extremely worried look while saying to Little Kyle without looking at him,

"Speak English, damnit. We're in Country Tz! Don't fuck with me," Cornelius was ranting, pointing his finger at Kyle while his grip on Little Kyle became stronger.

Little Kyle blinked once.

Knowing what Big Brother Kyle wanted him to do gave him a sense of purpose and he was eager to prove to Big Brother Kyle that he could do it.

And do it well.

Little Kyle looked up at his stepfather, who was still busy insulting Big Brother Kyle. He was so angry that Little Kyle could even see the spittle that flew out of his mouth. Little Kyle shuddered a bit at the disgusting sight but he endured it.

He looked at his target.

At his height, hitting there was not a problem. He even thought it would be a good thing.

Little Kyle was truly afraid of going against his father for the first time. However, he had already caused trouble by getting caught when Big Brother Kyle had done so much to help him. So, he was determined to help.

Mama always said that a man would keep to his word. He had already told Big Brother Kyle that he would do it, so he had to do it. He could not go back on his word.

Cornelius was getting more and more agitated by the stupid fool of a boy in front of him. The more he shouted, the more the boy cringed backward, looking all pathetic. He scoffed and looked at the boy in disdain.

The boy was truly a looker, and that was something that Cornelius hated. Such boys always got the girls easily, always got the teachers to treat them well, always had the best things. They never had to work and things would just fall on their laps.

It was people like the boy in front of him that got Cornelius all fired up. He stomped forward, and Kyle's eyes grew wide.

Kyle said softly but loud enough for Little Kyle to hear, while hiding his face.

Little Kyle sprung into action. Wtihout another thought, and before he lost his courage, Little Kyle did a backhand punch to Cornelius's crown jewels.

Truth be told, the punch wasn't that hard. What sort of strength did a small 7-year old doing a backhand have against a grown man? Still, it was the most sensitive part of the man and it would still cause some pain.

However, since Kyle had already 'programmed' Cornelius's mind, any sort of touch there that wasn't from his own hands would cause excruciating pain. So, Little Kyle's punch, which would cause pain that Cornelius would have been able to endure, was now so intense that he doubled over forward, his eyes tearing while he held in the shout that he wanted to make.

It would be too shameful for him to shout out loud in public, you see.

Little Kyle, in the meantime, had run forward and was now behind Kyle. As Cornelius bent over in pain, Kyle caught him with a surprised and worried look on his face. Kyle held on to him tightly, as if struggling to hold up the big guy (while his fingers were tapping a few spots).

Kyle dumped him at the nearby chair and told Little Kyle to pull up the armrest. Little Kyle squeezed through and did as instructed, upon which Kyle laid down Cornelius on the two seats.

Little Kyle looked up at Kyle in nervousness, his lips quivering. Kyle didn't say a word, but simply smiled and patted his head.

"Big Bro Xing Han is very worried about you," he said gently, "Let me call him first to let him know that you're safe."

Little Kyle nodded, still not daring to look at Kyle in the face, his guilt causing him to be mute.

Kyle sighed, then picked him up.

As Little Kyle sat in his arms, head down and staring intently at Kyle's chest, Kyle put his hand under Little Kyle's chin and made him look up.

However, Little Kyle had his eyes closed tightly, his eyelashes wet with unshed tears while he was biting his lips.

Kyle looked at him, a small smile on his face as he stroked Little Kyle's cheek and said, "I am not going to scold you."

At this, Little Kyle finally opened his eyes, and a tear trickled down, "You're not?"

Kyle smiled wider, shaking his head, "No."

Little Kyle wiped the offending tear, "Why not?"

"Do you want me to?" Kyle asked with a small laugh.

Little Kyle shook his head vigorously and Kyle leaned on the chair where the unconscious Cornelius was. Kyle didn't say a word but simply hugged him tightly to him, while putting his cheek on Little Kyle's head.

Little Kyle didn't understand a thing but he knew one thing.

He didn't want Big Bro Kyle to stop hugging him at that moment.