That black-hearted Mr. Shi didn't just set out rat traps; he coated them with itching powder.
The powder seeped into their torn flesh, causing an itch so deep it felt like ants were crawling inside their very bones. It was an agony beyond words.
That experience was a rude awakening for every scoundrel and hooligan in the city. They all straightened up, and no one dared to covet Mr. Shi's belongings again.
Mr. Shi thought he had thoroughly intimidated the petty thieves and that no one would dare to pull the tiger's whiskers again.
But he didn't realize that people are naturally rebellious.
Besides, after suffering such a humiliating loss, who wouldn't hold a grudge?
The hooligans were just waiting for a chance to strike back, and it was Mr. Shi himself who handed it to them.
