Chapter 67 - Use Someone Elses Scheme as Ones Own (1/2)

Twenty to thirty beggars surrounded Hawk and Lance. They knelt down before the two, and although they had a timid look in their eyes, they stubbornly stayed.

The alley was very quiet. Hawk looked around at the circle of beggars and frowned. “You just said that you hope we can lead you and help you guys make a living… What gave you such an idea?”

The middle-aged beggar put on a placating smile and said, “You two big shots have hung around here for a while. We’ve seen that you guys are never starving, and you guys even bought a home and added furniture. That’s why I’m thinking, you two big shots definitely have ways to let us fill our bellies. We don’t have any skills other than doing what we’re told. As long as we can fill our bellies, we’ll be willing to do whatever you Sirs want us to.”

The bustling noises of the main streets came faintly from the turn before the alley. The group of beggars knelt on the ground, their expressions serious to an almost devout degree.

Lance was somewhat moved. He looked at Hawk, seemingly about to say something.

However, at this moment, Hawk suddenly sneered. He reached out and grabbed the middle-aged beggar’s collar and lifted the latter up.

Then, Hawk rammed the beggar into the wall of the alley.

With a thump, this middle-aged beggar’s face twisted in pain. He grabbed Hawk’s hands forcefully, trying to twist free so that he could come down from being suspended in midair.

However, he was only a beggar who couldn’t fill his belly all year round, whereas Hawk was someone with a cla.s.s. Despite being at a low level, Hawk wasn’t someone a beggar could contend against.

From the moment Hawk lifted up the beggar to the moment the beggar was rammed against the wall, only a few seconds pa.s.sed. These two movements were too quick.

When the other beggars came to their senses, half of the kneeling beggars immediately ran off, and many others climbed up from the ground and ran to a safe distance. Lance simply stared at Hawk.

He didn’t understand why Hawk would bully a beggar, but as a good friend, he didn’t ask any questions.

Being lifted up this way, the beggar found it more and more difficult to breathe, and his face soon turned red. Hawk kept the beggar lifted off the ground and asked in a cold voice, “Those words you said earlier, who told you to say them? A mere beggar like you can’t possibly speak so coherently. If you had such skills, you would at least be able to fill your stomach—you wouldn’t need to be a beggar at all.”

The beggar shook his head forcefully.

“I see that you don’t want to talk.” Hawk’s expression was somewhat sinister, he lifted the beggar and rammed him against the wall again.

After a thud, the beggar’s face paled all of a sudden, then turned red again. He started to cough heavily, and then he shook his head even faster and more forcefully. His hands also seemed to be trying to break off Hawk’s hands.

“Still don’t want to talk?” Hawk struck a posture as if he were going to ram the beggar against the wall again.

Hearing these words, the beggar struggled even more fiercely.

At this moment, Lance said, “Hawk, he might be strangled by his collar. He can’t talk and breathe.”

“I know, I’m doing it on purpose.” Hawk threw the beggar onto the ground, then he squatted down and said with a sinister smile, “A beggar like you doesn’t know how to speak like that. Who told you to say that?”

The beggar gasped for air while looking at Hawk in horror. After his body wasn’t so lacking in oxygen, he immediately sat up and pushed with his feet to move his body backward, but unfortunately, Hawk stepped right down on his ankle, fixing him in place.

“Ah, my leg, please, let go!” The beggar let out a miserable shriek.

Hawk remained unmoved. He said coldly, “These past two months, I’ve killed at least two hundred people if not three hundred, adding you to the count won’t matter. If you don’t tell me who told you to come up to me, don’t think about leaving this alley alive.”

While saying this, Hawk continued to apply pressure with his foot.

The beggar screamed again—even the faint cracking and splitting of bones could be heard.

The middle-aged beggar wasn’t a person with a strong will, so he immediately wailed, “I’ll tell, I’ll tell, please let me go.”

Hawk removed his foot. Towering above the beggar, as if he were looking down at a tick, he said, “Talk.”