A scene like this unfolded on the main street, yet the surrounding people showed no sign of fear. Instead, they looked on with interest, gathering around.
"Sir, sir! Please be kind to me."
The old man scrambled and clung to the strong man's legs, wailing, "The silver is mine, truly mine!"
The strong man sneered, moved his leg, and kicked the old man away again, "Without even bothering to make up a good story, where could a little old man like you get so much silver? Did you dig up someone's grave or steal a family's entire livelihood?"
"No, no, it is really my silver; sir, please let me go." The old man begged and cried.
The strong man chuckled, picked up a piece of silver that had fallen on the ground, observed the still slightly fresh mud on it, and asked, "Dug up from the Old Li Family from the East of the City, right?"
At these words, the old man stiffened, standing there dumbfounded.
"I told you that you couldn't escape my Dharma Eye."
