Taiping County, Outer City, Slums.
"Lord Ba, spare my life, Lord Ba, please spare my life," a young man covered in blood knelt on the ground and repeatedly begged for mercy.
"Spare your life? Do you even realize what you've done recently?" Old Ba Zi sneered coldly.
"I, I, I… I don't know…" The young man was so panicked that he broke into a heavy sweat, his face twisted in a grimace worse than tears: "Recently, the game from the mountains has been scarce, so I became a woodcutter for a while, selling some firewood for a bit of food..."
As if remembering something, the young man hastily added, "I didn't know that was Lord Ba's firewood. I deserve to die, I deserve to die."
As he spoke, he slapped his own face twice with a loud smack and then quickly pulled out a washed-white money pouch from his chest, fawning with a smile: "This is the money I earned from chopping wood, all in here. Lord Ba, please show mercy, let me go as if I were a fart, I swear I won't dare to do it again."
