This sudden turn of events greatly surprised Lin Changqing.
Damn it, he had misjudged him.
This old fellow was not only shameless, but quite strong as well. But if he wanted to snatch something from Lin Changqing's hands, there was no chance in hell.
Lin Changqing shifted his body and evaded the old beggar's hand.
Then he gave a cold laugh. "What, if I don't give it to you, you're going to snatch it by force? Old man... who exactly are you? Guarding the entrance to the Liu Family Old Residence, surely you don't really just want a roast chicken!"
"Of course not. This old man also wants a pot of aged wine."
The old beggar chuckled.
Seeing Lin Changqing evade him, he did not make another move. He merely smiled and said, "Young man, how can something given away be taken back?
Just give the roast chicken to this old man!
And fetch this old man a pot of wine. Don't worry, this old man guarantees he won't drink your wine for nothing..."
"What do you mean by that?"
Lin Changqing's pupils contracted as he stared directly at the old beggar. "What do you know about the Liu family massacre?"
"Heh heh, that's hard to say. It mainly depends on whether your sincerity is enough."
The old beggar merely continued to chuckle.
Damn it!
Seeing this, Lin Changqing gritted his teeth in fury. This old bastard was throwing his age around. If Lin Changqing had not been unable to gauge his depth, he would have already struck out and chopped this old thing apart.
After thoroughly paying respects to the old beggar's eighteen generations of ancestors in his heart, Lin Changqing finally gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, "The aged wine from the Yuan Family Wine