Chapter 55
"Help! Help!" cried the Old Man, his body being trampled underfoot by many as if they were judging him mercilessly. He was kicked in the face, stepped on right in the face, and all over his body the number of times he was beaten like this. "Forgive me! Forgive me!" he said, begging for mercy to the crowd that now surrounded him. The manager cleared his throat and bowed, addressing the crowd. "Don't hurt him! He did make baseless rumors like that, but we better let him go! It's enough! Please do not like this anymore! He is just poor Old Man!” The manager had looked at the clock; the Old Man had to leave this place immediately to head to the game ground. It was not his right to kill the Old Man; if that happened, then he would have to deal with that vicious woman. He got rid of the crowd
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