At the same time, a hundred miles away from Xinluo City, an old man was sitting at a tea stall by a post, drinking tea and eating. His ragged appearance drew scorn from the diners around him, made worse by his strange attire, which, although tattered, clearly wasn't from Xingluo.
"Old man, your clothes don't look like they come from Xingluo," a tall man with a sneer approached the old man and said.
"I don't have much money at home, so I just stitched some rags together. That's why it looks odd," the old man explained with a smile.
The man reached out and slapped the old man's shoulder with great force.
The old man's expression didn't change as he calmly spoke, "Young man, even though I'm just an old guy, not just anyone can bully me. If you don't want to die, you better leave now."
The man burst into laughter and said, "You've got quite the nerve, old fellow. Fine, I'll leave, but hand over all the money you have, and I might spare you. How about it?"
