Spirit City was still brightly lit, its streets crowded with people.
Yet amid the crowd, a middle-aged man crawled along the ground, his broken legs dragging behind him as he pulled himself forward with both arms, looking utterly miserable.
Passersby turned to look.
"Is he an idiot? Better not get involved, or he might try to scam us."
"Mom, what is that uncle doing?"
"Don't look, child. He's trash, not a normal person."
Faced with everyone's remarks, Yu Xiaogang could not help feeling deeply ashamed, his face shifting between red and white.
In the end, he made his way into a tavern and found a seat.
"Sir... what would you like?"
The tavern waiter looked helplessly at Yu Xiaogang, who was covered in dust and carried a pungent smell of urine. Still, adhering to the principle that the customer was king, he stepped forward to ask.
Yu Xiaogang felt rather awkward as well.
Having both legs broken brought excruciating pain, which could lead to nerve dysfunction and incontinence.
"Bring me a few bowls of strong liquor first."
He placed more than a dozen Gold Soul Coins on the table, then waved his hand. "Keep the change. Later, find me two crutches and help me rent a carriage."
As a teacher at Notting Academy, his monthly salary was not much.
But he had once been the son of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's patriarch and had even served as an honorary elder of Spirit Hall. On top of that, he had latched onto Liu Erlong, so he was quite wealthy.
"Right away!"
The waiter happily scooped up the Gold Soul Coins. There were not many suckers like this.
After the strong liquor went down, his anger only grew. His gaze toward Spirit Hall brimmed with fury and hatred.
"So