Taiping County, Outer City, slum area.
"Lord Ba, spare me, Lord Ba, spare me." A young man covered in blood knelt on the ground, begging incessantly.
"Spare you? Do you know what you've done recently?" Old Ba Zi sneered.
"I-I-I, I... don't know..." The young man was sweating profusely, his smile more pitiful than a cry. "Lately, the game on the mountain has been hard to catch, so I became a woodcutter, sold some wood to get a meal..."
As if remembering something, the young man hurriedly said, "I didn't know it was Lord Ba's wood. I'm to blame, I'm to blame."
With that, he slapped his own face twice, then quickly took out a whitened money pouch from his clothes, smiling apologetically, "This is the money I got from selling the wood. It's all here. Lord Ba, please be generous and let me go. I promise I won't dare do it again."
Old Ba Zi slapped the young man's money pouch out of his hand, throwing it to the ground, "Who wants your worthless things."