Poor, Miserable and Helpless

The full moon was scattering its luminous rays on Phoenix City while a cold wind was blowing, spreading in all directions. Not many people would dare to come out of their houses on such a freezing night.

However, at a roadside, not far away two people were fighting viciously. In one person's hand was a bread's loaf and he was wearing silver armour and had an arrogant look on his face while another man was wearing tattered clothes and was trying to snatch the loaf of the bread from the first man; however, no matter what another person did he couldn't defeat the first man.

Around ten men were surrounding the two men while insulting the poor man.

"Please, give me this bread, my son hasn't eaten anything for two days. Furthermore, I have earned it by my own hard work. Why are you making things difficult for me?" pleaded the poor man. His face looked rather tired as if he had suffered all the injustice in this world.