Even though Shen Ji has had quite a bit of contact with them, he still instinctively wanted to step back.
"Sit."
Jiao Gu grinned, revealing a mouth full of yellow teeth. He reached out to grab the chicken feet and pig bones on the table, then took out a roast chicken and placed it on the table:
"Care for some?"
"No." Shen Ji forced a smile:
"You all go ahead."
"Then we won't stand on ceremony."
The beggars really didn't hold back, tearing at the roast chicken, and in a few bites, it was torn to pieces, greasy oil smeared all over their mouths.
"Burp..."
One of them burped with satisfaction:
"Comfortable!"
"Master Jiao." Shen Ji took some silver notes out of his pocket and handed them over:
"This is part of today's gain, totaling eight hundred taels of silver. These are the Celestial Master Dao's silver notes, usable anywhere."
"Hmm."
