It turned out that those people were just bullies. Seeing that the old man was easy to bully, they wanted to collect protection money from him.
This kind of thing is not uncommon in the entire Daheng Dynasty, and most of these people who collect protection fees have someone behind them.
Yun Rongrong never liked to meddle in other people's business, but she really couldn't stand this kind of bullying of the elderly.
On the other side, opposite where the old man set up his stall, was a somewhat shabby-looking teahouse.
At this moment, by the window on the second floor of the tea house, there was a person holding a tea bowl, putting it to his lips and taking a sip while looking out the window.
This man was dressed in a black brocade robe, with a slender figure, a silver-white mask on his face, and a pair of eyes as deep as a cold pool. His whole body exuded a high and cold aura.
Even if he is just sitting there quietly, looking from a distance, he still has a natural bearing that makes people fear him and dare not approach him.
Sitting in his position, he had a panoramic view of what was happening across the street.
"Master, do you want your subordinates to go and get rid of those people?"
Waiting next to the man all the time is a man wearing smart clothes.
This person had a cold face and spoke in a robot-like tone without any emotion.
Obviously, he also saw the bullying situation across the street, so he asked this question.
It can be seen that this person is actually a cold-hearted person.
After he finished speaking, his cold eyes kept staring at the man sitting there, waiting for instructions.
However, the man did not answer. He still seemed to be leisurely sipping the tea in his hand, but his eyes never left the scene across the street.
"Masters, I really don't have any money anymore. Business has been bad recently and I really can't afford the protection fee."
The old man was forced to cry, and kept begging for mercy with his hands clasped in fists.
Those men with ferocious faces didn't pay any attention to this. They only listened to the person in front of them saying viciously: "No money? Why are you setting up a stall here if you don't have money? I think from today on, you don't have to set up a stall here."
As soon as he finished speaking, the man picked up the stick in his hand and overturned the old man's clay figurine stall with a "swish" sound.
Then he ordered: "You guys, search him!"
"yes!"
Those people were given the order, and two of them stepped forward to hold the old man captive. The other person kept groping carefully with his hands on the old man's ragged clothes.
"Masters, I really have no money, please let me go."
The old man was still crying and begging, but the gangsters ignored him at all.
Among the passers-by passing by, some were watching from a distance, and some were staying away from here and continuing on, but no one dared to step forward and mind this business.
Within a moment, the man in charge of the search found a sling of copper coins from the old man's body, held it in his hand and raised it in front of the old man, and asked angrily: "Didn't you say you have no money? What is this?"
When the old man saw this, his expression became even more painful.
"Masters, this is the only amount of money I have left. I still need to use this money to make a living. Please give me the money back."
"screw you!"
When the leader heard this, he kicked the old man and said in a cold voice: "This money is not even enough to pay the protection fee you owe! I think you have lived a long time, why not go to see the Lord of Hell as soon as possible?"
