Earlier, Song Qingshu had said that the Girl in Red's martial arts were decent. Given his current cultivation, for him to call them decent meant that while she might not make much of a name for herself in the martial world, dealing with a few Beggar's Clan disciples would be effortless.
Before those men could even see clearly who had struck their companion, the Girl in Red had already returned to her seat.
"Bitch, you're courting death!" The Beggar's Clan disciples finally came to their senses and rushed at her amid angry curses.
Unfortunately, they charged in quickly and retreated even faster. Within a few exchanges, the Girl in Red had beaten them black and blue, sending them sprawling backward.
"Tch, not one of you can fight." The Girl in Red clapped her hands, adding another stab with her words.
"If you've got the guts, wait right here!" Supporting one another as they fled downstairs, the men shouted fiercely despite their trembling courage.
"I'll wait, then. No matter how many come, your auntie will take them all on today." The Girl in Red snorted dismissively.
Watching that group flee in disgrace, Song Qingshu secretly shook his head. How was this any different from elementary school kids from his previous life running off to complain after losing a fight? Several grown men could not beat one young girl and still had to fetch reinforcements. If Huang Rong learned she had such useless subordinates, who knew what expression she would wear.
Still, winning through numbers seemed to have always been the Beggar's Clan's tradition... Thinking of it that way, Song Qingshu felt relieved.
"You're not leaving?" Song Qingshu could not help asking when he saw the girl still sitting calmly in place.
"Why should I leave?" the girl snorted.
After considering his