Just then, an angry roar suddenly came from the alley. Ronglin looked up and saw a young man wielding a wooden stick as he fought and retreated from two middle-aged men behind him.
The young man was covered in wounds, his clothes torn and damaged in many places, and he was already limping. Yet he still clutched a bag tightly in one hand, refusing to let go even in death. He fought as he retreated, but unfortunately, one hand was no match for two men, and he was struck and injured by them from time to time.
"Once Laozi takes something, no one has ever dared to take it back in front of me!" one of the middle-aged men cursed as he continued his pursuit.
"You damned pirates!" The youth raised his stick and resisted with all his strength, but he was soon unable to hold them off and was pounced on and pinned to the ground by the two men.
"Beat this crazy bastard to death! Never seen a robbery before? You still dare to stand up for justice?" The two middle-aged men cursed as they rained punches and kicks on the youth. After a few blows, the youth's face was swollen and bruised, blood streaming from him.
"Pah!" Seizing an opening, the youth spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm. "As long as I still draw breath, I won't let you commit such crimes!"
"You still dare to talk back!" The middle-aged man angrily raised his fist and struck the youth in the nose, sending blood pouring from it at once.
Ronglin frowned as he watched from the side. He had never expected the criminals of this world to be this brazen, so vicious that they would brutally beat even someone standing up for justice.
Caesar, however, watched