Yu Xiaogang: Beaten Up by a Beggar?

The man reeked even more sourly than the culvert itself, as though he had not bathed in years.

The stench of sweat, mold, and garbage mingled together.

The moment he drew near, Yu Xiaogang could not help but furrow his brow.

Clearly, this was a homeless man who made his living collecting garbage. Having just finished a night's "haul," he was preparing to return to the culvert he regarded as home to rest.

At daybreak, he planned to sell those bottles for a few copper coins and buy a steamed bun to survive on.

But when he saw the curled-up figure deep inside the culvert, fury instantly flared in his murky eyes.

Someone had occupied his territory!

In his eyes, this was no accidental intrusion!

It was blatant theft, an attempt to cut off his means of survival!

"Fuck your mother!"

The homeless man erupted with a vulgar curse.

Without any warning, he raised his filthy foot and viciously kicked the curled-up Yu Xiaogang!

His trouser leg was splattered with mud, and the sole of his shoe was caked with unidentifiable debris.

"Ah!"

Yu Xiaogang had not expected to be attacked so suddenly and was sent rolling away by the kick.

His back slammed heavily into the moss-covered wall of the culvert, making him suck in a sharp breath from the pain.

The jacket that had been fairly clean moments ago was instantly smeared with black mud and dark green moss stains. Even his collar had rubbed against some unknown filth.

An even stronger foul odor invaded Yu Xiaogang's nose and mouth, churning his stomach.

"Why did you kick me?!"

Yu Xiaogang was shocked and furious as he struggled to climb to his feet.

Pain and indignation made his voice shrill, carrying a trace of barely perceptible panic.

"Get out!