"Creak..."
A man pushed the door open and staggered out, drunkenly letting out a belch, intending to undo his belt and relax a bit, when his eyes caught sight of the corpse in the bushes.
Hmm?
His eyes narrowed, then widened in anger:
"An assassin!"
The beggar instinctively roared furiously at the sky, but before his voice could fall, he felt the world spin, and a headless corpse appeared in his view.
The attire of the headless corpse was very familiar.
Who is it?
Turns out it's me!
Just as the thought crossed his mind, his consciousness plunged into endless darkness.
"Bang!"
The head hit the ground, startling the people in the backyard.
"Boom..."
The window pane of the side room shattered, and several figures leaped out, some holding swords and sabers, some barehanded, while most wielded sticks.
The Beggar Gang's sticks are renowned throughout the land.
"Who?"
"What nerve!"
"The lookout's been killed, quickly notify the Hall Master."
