The old woman was over sixty, her back hunched and her hair long since turned gray. Her wrinkled face was frozen in terror, and she could only stammer, unable to utter a clear word.
"Hey, old hag, I'm talking to you. I heard you've managed to beg quite a bit of money on this street lately." The leader of the thugs crossed his arms over his chest, eyeing the old woman with greed.
Zhen Wan was watching from the attic above, a nameless fire burning in her belly. Had the world really become this chaotic?
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