บท 101: Personality 'Plastic Surgery'!

"Although I'm blind, my heart is being polished even more."

The white-haired, skinny old blind man no longer looked as pathetic as when he was kicked and beaten by the gangsters that night.

He was wearing a white double-breasted button-down shirt and black pants. His entire body was washed clean. In front of his eyes, there was still a black cloth bag tied around him. In his hand was a wooden walking stick that was covered in blood.

He walked along the blind lane next to the campus of Shuangdan University. His steps were unhurried and he walked slowly but steadily.

In the old blind man's dark world, balls of light gradually lit up. He followed the method taught by his leader and used the countless pores and sensations around him.

Using the hearing ability of his own ears, he carefully sensed and captured all information from all directions.

Footsteps. The sound of a car engine, a siren, words.

"Ding!"

"Ding!"

"Ding!"