Peerless Martial Expert in the City
Chapter 751 - 748

Chapter 751: 748

Chapter Seven Hundred and Forty-Eight: Beggar

Is it really him?

Did I just see things?

How could he still be in G City? And how could he become like this?

Confused thoughts flooded Xiao Yi’s mind, filled with unresolved questions.

No matter what, once I go down and take a look, I’ll know, I hope he won’t walk away quickly.

As he thought this, Xiao Yi felt increasingly anxious, his attention shifting frantically to the front. The previously short bus stop now suddenly seemed unending.

Finally, when the bus came to a steady stop at the curb, Xiao Yi rushed out with a whoosh and rapidly ran back in the direction he came from.

Passengers who had followed him off the bus hadn’t yet reacted when they realized he had disappeared. If they hadn’t seen him running ahead after disembarking, they might have thought they had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

Yet, despite this, they couldn’t help but gape in amazement at Xiao Yi’s speed, deeming it on par with mythical beings like Robust, worthy of an Olympic champion title.

"Get lost, you filthy beggar, scram! Who let you take things from here!"

Xiao Yi had just reached the spot he had seen from the bus when he heard a ferocious voice before he even had the chance to look for the person he’d seen earlier.

Following the sound, Xiao Yi instinctively raised his eyes to look forward, and a feeling of indescribable anger surged from his heart, a rush of blood qi heading straight to his forehead.

He saw two young men in gray security uniforms, faces twisted with malice, yelling at a man around forty, his face dirty and his clothing filthy with grease stains as if they hadn’t been washed in a long time. One of the security guards was shoving the man with an electric baton, and beside the man lay a scattered array of mineral water bottles and various types of waste paper.

How did he end up like this?

After taking a deep breath to suppress his rage, Xiao Yi’s brow furrowed as he watched the man being pushed and insulted by the security guards, remaining silent, merely lowering his head, silently picking up the trash on the ground.

"You stinking beggar, how dare you pick it up? Didn’t you hear what the boss said!"

One security guard, feeling ignored by the silent beggar, was filled with a sensation of hitting cotton despite delivering a fierce punch. Normally, the script would go that the beggar should be pleading loudly, looking at him with pitiful, begging eyes, imploring for mercy, giving him a chance... That way, he could feel superior, reveling in his power over the beggar, satisfying the thrill within him.

The more he looked, the more irked he felt, especially seeing the beggar lowering his head to pick things up—he just couldn’t hold back and stepped forward to shove him hard again.

Perhaps due to the surprise attack, the man stumbled and fell from the shove, the trash he had just picked up scattering again.

Picking himself up again, the beggar finally raised his head, his gaze transforming from the previous dull, vacant, numb look into one of piercing sharpness. It was as if a dusty, ensheathed sword had suddenly been drawn, emitting a chilling gleam as he looked at the security guard who had shoved him.

The security guard locked eyes with the beggar abruptly and felt a shiver in his heart, as if the person in front of him wasn’t a beggar but a terrifying monster that had him in its sights, ready to rend him to pieces at any moment, his steps retreating involuntarily.

But that feeling didn’t last long; the man’s gaze, having stared him down for less than three seconds, seemed to dull again as if realizing something, his head lowering once more, picking up the trash from the ground in silence.

"Dare to glare at me? I’ll beat you to death!"

As the beggar lowered his head, the piercing gaze gone, the security guard finally snapped out of his prior shock. Realizing he had been frightened, he became furiously embarrassed and raised his electric baton, aimed to strike down with all his might.

"Smack!"

However, the electric baton in his hand never came down. As his hand was raised, ready to strike, it suddenly froze in place—more precisely, it was caught firmly by a palm, a clean, slender palm that stopped it right there.

"That’s enough, friend,"

Xiao Yi looked indifferently at the security guard in front of him.

"You... What the hell are you!"

The guard had never expected that someone would interfere with his business on this turf. His expression momentarily stiffened as he sized up the meddler, realizing that the interloper was neither a familiar face nor a leader, but just a skinny, seemingly well-mannered and delicate-looking youth. He instantly revealed a ferocious and vicious expression, bellowing loudly, "If you know what’s good for you, release my hand right now, and get as far away as possible. Otherwise, I won’t be polite!"

Without waiting for Xiao Yi to let go, the guard began to struggle forcefully, trying to break free. However, after a vehement attempt, his face turned an involuntary shade of crimson. He discovered that all his efforts were futile; this seemingly frail guy had a grip like a crazed strongman, clamping down on his hand as if it were held in iron tongs.

Another security guard, seeing his colleague caught in Xiao Yi’s grasp, displayed a hint of warning in his eyes, staring intently at Xiao Yi as if he was ready to charge at any moment to take care of him and rescue his partner.

Although Xiao Yi didn’t care about these two security guards at all, and also felt that this guard had a foul mouth, today’s objective was not them. He had no interest in such characters, not even the slightest inclination to teach them a lesson. After giving him a brief glance, he let go of the man’s hand, turned his head, and looked toward the beggar beside him.

That beggar, not known since when, had also raised his head. Looking at Xiao Yi standing in front of him, his eyes revealed a shocked expression. But it was only a fleeting moment before he lowered his head again and continued to slowly pick up the trash from the ground.

Watching the beggar lower his head again as if he didn’t recognize him, the slight smile Xiao Yi had just formed instantly froze and his brows furrowed once more. He shifted his feet, preparing to approach the beggar.

"You brat, how dare you interfere with my business, courting death!"

But just as Xiao Yi took a step, a whooshing sound came from the side. The guard, whom he had just released, bore a sinister look on his face, brandishing his baton as he fiercely smashed it down towards him.

Damn brat, daring to cause trouble on my turf, he doesn’t even look around to see where he is. Damn it, I’ll show you what it means to meddle!

While bringing down the baton with all his might, the guard’s eyes revealed a cruel, cold smirk, cursing silently in his heart.

In his opinion, once this baton hit, the kid would start crying out loud immediately. Although he was measured in his strike—aiming not for the head or any other vital spot, but for the back—landing a solid hit would definitely make even a strong man yell in pain, let alone such a scrawny kid. He might even break a rib or two.

However, the scene he had imagined simply did not happen.

Because his strike had not connected!

His hand was caught again.

It was still the same hand, that somewhat slender, pale hand.

He hadn’t even seen how that pretty boy in front had made his move when his hand, as if by sorcery, suddenly appeared in front of him, caught in his grasp.

Xiao Yi’s gaze was fixed intently on the security guard before him, his eyes growing exceedingly icy. This time, he was not planning to let him off; he had already given him a chance before. For someone unrepentant like this, he had never been lenient!

"You... what do you want to do?"

Facing Xiao Yi’s gaze, the security guard felt as if his whole body suddenly turned cold, as if the surrounding temperature had dropped below zero. Even his voice trembled as he spoke.

He had never seen such a terrifying look before; it seemed as if that gaze alone could condense into substance and slice him into pieces. In an instant, his heart was filled with nothing but endless fear and terror.

"Stop what you’re doing and let him go!"

The other security guard also raised his voice, lifting his electric baton as a warning to Xiao Yi, indicating that any rash action would be met with no courtesy.

"Scram!"

After a glance at the other security guard, Xiao Yi’s focus returned to the one in front of him, who was so pale with fear he was barely stopping himself from wetting his pants. Ultimately deciding that more pressing matters awaited, he chose to let this man off the hook once more, not to bother with such a character. With a casual flick, he threw him out forcefully, serving as a slight punishment.

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