On one side of the road, several people burst forth in succession.
Ragged beggars wailed as they fell to the ground, closely followed by four men wielding clubs rushing out of the alley.
Approaching quickly, cursing under their breath.
"Damn, I'll beat you to death."
"Break your legs, let's see how you try to run away then."
The beggar curled up, inching backward as he pleaded, "Don't hit me, don't hit me."
The pursuers, seeing that he had stopped running, also breathed a sigh of relief.
Still cursing, they quickly advanced, ready to teach the beggar a lesson.
Just as they raised their clubs.
From behind them came a voice, "Stop it, what's all this commotion about?"
They turned to see the approaching Association Team.
"Village chief, he..." The one in the lead, pointing at the beggar, just about to explain.
The village chief's face was dark, and with a glance he signaled to the few behind him and said, "Why the fuss with an idiot, take him home."
"Oh, yes, of course!"
