Taiping County, Outer City, shantytown.
"Lord Ba, spare me, spare me, Lord Ba." A young man covered in blood knelt on the ground, constantly begging for mercy.
"Spare you? Do you know what trouble you have caused recently?" Old Ba Zi sneered coldly.
"I... I... I don't know..." The young man, sweating profusely, forced an awkward smile, uglier than crying: "The prey on the mountain has been hard to catch lately, so I played the role of a woodcutter, sold some firewood for a meal..."
As if recalling something, the young man quickly added, "I didn't know it was Lord Ba's wood; I'm to blame, I'm to blame."
As he spoke, he struck his face with two hard slaps, then hurriedly pulled a washed-out money pouch from his pocket, smiling apologetically: "This is the money I earned from selling firewood, it's all here. Lord Ba, please let it go; I promise I'll never dare again."
