Duan Gen no longer had any eyes, but his circumstances meant that his ears had grown far more sensitive.

Upon realizing that his copper coins had been stolen, he hurriedly picked up his walking stick and hobbled into the alley where the thugs had disappeared.

Crippled though he had become, his body still possessed no small amount of physical strength.

The moment he rushed into the alley, however, he was met with yells. "Damn beggar! Who do you think you are to chase us down like this?!"

One club after another smashed into Duan Gen's face, causing him to crumple to the ground. Another thug snatched away his walking stick while the others pummeled him until he was bleeding and bruised all ov...