"How can this be allowed?"
Old Liu's face turned pale upon hearing this. He frantically stretched out his arms, trying to stop the beggars from charging in, but how could he possibly hold them back?
With a gentle push, he staggered backward and sat on the ground.
"Why not?"
Huo the Third furrowed his brow, his face showing displeasure:
"Our brothers have been patrolling day and night to ensure your safety. Can't we even use some of your unused rooms for a short stay?"
"Unless..."
"You don't want our protection. Do you know what happened to the Zhang family last night?"
Struggling to get up from the ground, Old Liu watched helplessly as a group of filthy beggars stormed into the courtyard, furious to the point of trembling lips.
Especially when he saw some of them rummaging through the drying clothes with dirty hands, brazenly pushing open door after door.
"Stop!"
He urgently shouted:
"All of you, stop!"
"Whoosh!"
