Lu Ye walked toward Liu Lao Da, who had been injured by him before.,Just as rice can nurture a hundred different kinds of people, there were all sorts of miners. Some, like the Liu brothers, were lazy and good-for-nothing. Others, like Lu Ye, had dreams in their hearts.,Liu Lao Da was still begging for mercy, but Lu Ye pretended not to hear. He grabbed his hair with one hand and raised a stone in the other, smashing it down hard.。