"Please stop! Don't hit my grandpa!" The young girl cried, while trying to rush toward the old man on the ground. But each time she tried, someone would slap her away. Her little face was already bruised and swollen while a trickle of blood flowed down from the corner of her lips.
The old man was very weak and skinny. Under the goons' merciless kicks, he was already coughing out the blood and seemed to be on the verge of death.
"Aren't these guys from the Ming family? Why are they beating this pitiful old man?" Someone asked.
"Who knows? When I arrived they were already beating him."
"I know! This old man and this little girl are somehow related to the Ming family. They wanted to take refuge with them, but the Ming family's young master kicked them out and ordered them to kill the old man and throw the girl out of the city."
"That evil bastard? He is too cold blooded."
"Shhh! Keep your voice down if you don't want to die like this old man."
