Yu Xiaogang: I'm Out of Money?

An undisguised, intensely heavy disgust and contempt washed over her entire face like an icy tide.

The waitress's gaze turned sharp and disdainful, as though she were looking at something filthy.

Wasn't this the notorious Yu Xiaogang?

That self-righteous piece of trash!

That shameless bastard!

That fraud who had stolen fame under false pretenses!

"Of course!"

Yu Xiaogang abruptly lifted his chin, his tone still carrying the arrogance of old as he tried to maintain the last shred of his dignity.

The waitress's expression immediately darkened further. Clearly, she was holding back a bellyful of rage.

Yet she seemed mindful of her status as an employee and forcibly suppressed any harsher words.

"That spot. Go sit there yourself!"

The waitress jerked her chin toward an empty seat at the very back of the hall, near the restroom. Her eyes were filled with disgust.

The flash of contempt in the waitress's eyes was like an ice-tempered needle, precisely piercing Yu Xiaogang's remaining dignity.

Rage exploded in his chest, nearly burning through his reason.

If the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan were still around, he had plenty of ways to make that waitress unable to stay in the city, to make her kneel before him in tears and beg for forgiveness, unworthy even of raising her head to look at him!

But just as his furious curse was about to burst out, a sharp wave of hunger brutally cut it off.

It felt as though an invisible hand inside his stomach were frantically twisting it, making his temples throb and his vision blur.

The cold also seeped through his thin clothes and into the gaps between his bones, freezing all of Yu Xiaogang's "former glory" until it became as brittle as glass.

Reality was this cruel.

Without the clan's protection, without his