"Why are you such a terrible person!"
Looking at the loaf of bread crushed under a leather shoe, the destitute homeless man Shen Zhao lifted his head with a bitter expression. "My bread!"
With his hair disheveled and his face covered in mud and grime, Shen Zhao hurriedly stuffed the breadcrumbs into his mouth.
"Shen Zhao, you were once the esteemed eldest son of the Shen Family. How did you end up like this?" Ma Beimu looked at Shen Zhao with disgust. "You'd even eat garbage that someone threw away?"
"If you were starving for three days, you'd be just like me!" Shen Zhao retorted. He took a sip from his only remaining nutrition drink and licked the cap. "Don't mock me!"
"You can leave Hangcheng."
"Hah, and how would I leave?" Shen Zhao laughed. "Taxis won't take me and I can't hitch a ride. I'm blacklisted from trains, planes, and buses, so I can't use any of them. Are you telling me to walk out of Hangcheng?"
"I'd probably starve to death on the road in less than three days!"
