World Traveler

There is a gang that always appears in martial arts novels, and that is a huge organization composed of beggars.

Beggars gang.

In many martial arts novels, members of the Beggars' Gang take it as their mission to be chivalrous and righteous, often helping the weak and fighting against evil forces.

This is just a small group of people with high moral standards in the Beggars' Sect.

The real beggars' gang, human trafficking, picking branches, cheating, and forced begging...

It can be said that they rely on the name of the Beggars' Gang to do all kinds of evil and do not take other people seriously at all.

Especially in Yanan's opinion, they are already beggars, but they can be divided into the clean clothes faction and the dirty clothes faction. Can this still be called the Beggars' Gang?

Of course, the main thing is that they didn't take me seriously. It would be fine if they just stole my money, but they even targeted me.

Can I bear this?

The Beggars' Sect is already seeking death!

Eat my 9mm bullet!

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According to the information revealed by the beggar before his death, Yanan and his companion stopped near a remote courtyard outside a small town.

If nothing unexpected happens, this is a secret gathering place of the Beggars' Gang.

"Mo Ling, stay here and don't run around. I'm going up to see what's going on inside."

He gently patted the nervous Tang Moling on the back, then approached the house cautiously. After making sure that no one noticed him, he accelerated and jumped onto the roof.

He tiptoed to the roof of the house, trying not to make any noise, and began to peek through a few broken tiles.

Inside the house, the lights were dim, with only a few oil lamps swaying in the wind.

There was a table inside, and two old beggars were sitting at the table drinking wine and eating delicious food. Yanan couldn't help but complain in his heart when he saw it.

Damn, this beggar eats the same quality as me. There are six dishes on the table, four of which are meat and two are vegetarian.

If he is a beggar, what am I?

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door of the house, and a young beggar cautiously ran to one of the old beggars and whispered something.

The old beggar put down his chopsticks and said to another dark and strong beggar opposite him.

"Heizi, go downstairs and call out the skins. They've got another order. Just in time to turn those kids we kidnapped today into human dogs."

"It's already this late, why haven't those guys come back yet? Did they sneak out to play?"

Watching the black man walk out, the old beggar muttered a few words in a low voice, turned his head and looked at the young beggar next to him who was staring at the food on the table and almost drooling, and went up and slapped him to the ground.

"What are you looking at? Is this what you can see? Call everyone over here and let me see what you have harvested today."

After saying that, the little beggar on the ground crawled out in fear, while the old beggar slowly drank his wine.

After a while, seven or eight little beggars walked into the house.

Yanan took a quick look around and found that most of these little beggars had disabilities. Some were missing a few fingers, while others were missing arms and legs. The worst case had only one arm left, and it looked like its tongue had also been cut off. It could only lie on the ground and whimper.

No, it should be said that the tongues of the little beggars here have been cut off.

Although Yanan had expected this, he frowned when he saw the cutscene, but still watched it patiently.

What a waste of time...

Seeing that most people had arrived, the old beggar nodded with satisfaction.

"How's the harvest today?"

At this time, a young beggar hurriedly squeezed out from the crowd, holding a purse in both hands, and looked at the old beggar in front of him in a flattering manner.

The old beggar reached out and took the purse from the young beggar, weighed it, and the smile on his face became even brighter.

He nodded with satisfaction, praised the little beggar in front of others, and reached out to throw the leftover roast chicken on the table to him.

The young beggar was overjoyed. He kowtowed to the old beggar with the leftover roast chicken in his arms, and looked warily at his companions around him with green eyes.

Tsk, this middleman is really harsh.

Yanan recognized the purse as his at a glance, and the remaining money in it was enough to buy at least ten or eight roast chickens.

But at this time the story in the house is still going on. If some beggars have good harvests, the old beggar will reward them with some food on the table, but if they have poor harvests, they can only watch others eat.

After a while, the last little beggar came. Everyone else gave up their seats, but the little beggar shrank his body and didn't dare to raise his head.

"What about you?"

The old beggar looked at today's harvest on the table and asked in a good mood.

But the little beggar still didn't react at all, his body trembling and his head lowered.

Seeing this scene, the old beggar's patience gradually disappeared, his face instantly darkened, he slammed the table and shouted at him.

"waste!"

"Beat him up, beat him up hard!"

The little beggar was so scared that he immediately knelt down on the ground and kowtowed.

The old beggar snorted coldly and waved his hand. Several young beggars who were trying to show off immediately stepped forward and dragged the beggar out.

After a while, a shrill scream was heard from outside.

Looking at the trembling little beggars in front of him, the old beggar waved his hand unhappily and told them to get out.

Seeing that the old beggar was the only one left in the house, Yanan put away the gun in his hand, felt around on the roof, found a dagger that was just right, and prepared to carry out a textbook assassination.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open, interrupting Yanan's next action.

The beggar called Heizi came back, holding two dogs with broken backs in his hands. He snorted at the old beggar who was drinking wine.

The old beggar heard the noise, opened his squinting eyes, and said with a smile when he saw that it was Heizi who came back.

"What's wrong? Are you unhappy? I'll take you to Fengyue Tower in a couple of days to relax and have some fun."

After hearing the old beggar's words, Heizi's expression gradually improved. He picked up some leftovers on the table and walked towards the backyard with the two dogs.

Seeing that his leftovers were gone, the old beggar was not angry, but simply lay down on the table and fell asleep.

Be patient, Yanan, we can't be impatient.

I carefully followed the dark and strong beggar on the roof to the backyard, watched him move the wooden boards on the dry well, and then jumped down with my things.

There is a cave underneath.

Yanan thought so in his heart, and then returned to the roof of the house in front, and heard the deafening snoring of the old beggar.

Okay, I fell asleep so quickly, but it’s just right.

He peeled off a few tiles, made a hole in the roof big enough for him to get down, and then jumped gently into the house.

"Boom."

The sound of the body landing was not even as loud as the old beggar's snoring.