Yu Xiaogang: I Ultimately Became Little Anus

This time, Yu Xiaogang got a clear look at the vagrant's face.

The vagrant was unshaven, his tangled beard growing wildly like a patch of barren weeds.

His hair was greasy and matted, strands clumped together as though wrapped in a thick layer of oil, giving off a nauseating stench.

His face was caked in filth, the dark stains like a mask that could never be washed away, concealing his original features.

The burly man saw Yu Xiaogang as well.

There was appraisal and calculation in his eyes, as though Yu Xiaogang were merchandise waiting to be sold.

Yet unlike his brutality last night, his attitude had eased considerably this time. He even forced a nearly "kind" smile at Yu Xiaogang.

That smile looked especially eerie on his filthy face, like a flower of evil blooming abruptly in the darkness.

"I know you. You're Yu Xiaogang, aren't you?"

The instant the burly man spoke, a stench of rotten food and oral disease hit him head-on.

The odor was thick and pungent, like a sharp dagger stabbing straight into Yu Xiaogang's nostrils, making him so sick he nearly vomited.

Yu Xiaogang instinctively wanted to turn and flee.

But the man's next words were like an invisible curse, instantly freezing his steps.

"You haven't eaten, have you?"

At that very moment, Yu Xiaogang's stomach let out an uncooperative growl.

The sound was especially abrupt beneath the silent bridge, as though it were a powerful response to the man's words.

Yu Xiaogang's steps involuntarily slowed, and a fierce struggle began within him.

Seeing this, the man curled his lips into a filthy, wicked grin.

From a relatively clean plastic bag tucked in his clothes, he pulled out two plump, white steamed buns.

Though he himself was filthy beyond compare, the two buns looked