The old tailor was still berating himself for betraying his neighbor, holding his shoulders and repeating to himself, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" He suddenly saw the bandaged man walking towards him showing murderous intent while holding pliers in his hand.

"Ah!"

The old tailor screamed and immediately hugged the telephone pole.

The bandaged man squatted down beside him and began cutting the chain with the pliers. With a clack, the chain was cut. The old tailor stared in disbelief. He was free.

"Do you want to die?! You dare to fight against Brother Mo?!" A woman's face appeared in the window next to them. "Uh, who are you?"

The bandaged man glanced at the talking woman, then said to the old tailor, "Hurry home."

The old tailor didn't know what to say. Clutching his private parts, he rushed back...