But there's an old saying, a single tiger fears a pack of wolves, a maiden fears a ruffian, the king cobra fears the male eagle, a dutiful son fears a mother's curse, a young fox fears a young hunter, an old fox fears an old hunter, children fear teachers, teachers fear parents, parents fear their folks, and folks fear running out of time, praying for heaven to have eyes, truly a reflection of all sentient beings.
No matter how strong you are, Fatty, you can't withstand the tides of humanity. That night, Fatty was beaten like a dog, his guild was thoroughly destroyed, and apart from still holding the title of guild leader, he couldn't find even a whole roof tile.
Because of last night's incident, Fatty didn't sleep well. By noon, he got a call, and before a few words were exchanged, he was swindled again—as if he was reduced to a sewer rat in reality too.
