A beggar?
Qian Renyue rose with a stoop and opened the carriage door.
"Miss, that's him."
The carriage driver was Qian Renxue's trusted subordinate. He pointed at the man on the ground, whose face was caked in grime and whose clothes were in tatters.
"..."
Qian Renyue followed his finger and saw a familiar crew cut, along with that distinctive bloodstained shirt and pair of trousers.
Yu Xiaogang?
Qian Renyue tilted her head and narrowed her eyes, hopping down from the carriage with an amused look. "Long time no see, Grandmaster."
At her voice, the beggar on the ground raised his head and met Qian Renyue's smiling eyes. "Q-Qian Renyue!"
Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth and spat out the name of the girl before him, using almost every ounce of strength he had.
Perhaps because he had lost that vital part, Yu Xiaogang's voice now sounded somewhat feminine. He glared viciously up at Qian Renyue, the bloodshot veins in his eyes ample proof that the past few days had been anything but pleasant.
Even before his beating, Yu Xiaogang had posed no threat to Qian Renyue. What could he possibly do now?
He was simply a little more disgusting now, that was all.
Qian Renyue watched him, the revulsion in her eyes painfully obvious. Enraged, Yu Xiaogang cursed, "Y-you have no respect for your elders!"
"Did I give you permission to speak?"
Qian Renyue paid no heed to his bluster. She went to sit on the carriage step, glanced back with a smile, and signaled the driver with her eyes. Understanding at once, he climbed down and slapped Yu Xiaogang twice. Smack! Smack!
The slaps rang out loud and clear. Already frail, Yu Xiaogang's face swelled immediately after those two blows.
The driver had used just enough force to swell