The old beggar was stunned, not expecting him to make such a condition.
But looking at the heavy ten taels of silver in his hand, he ultimately couldn't resist the huge temptation—besides, seeing the young man in his splendid attire, he didn't seem like a bad person. He had just helped him up after he fell, so he thought it was just a playful tease.
Thus, the old beggar said, "Okay, okay."
Yu Wencheng smiled.
His appearance wasn't bad either. Although he was still young, one could see his handsome features, complemented by a boyish charm, making his smile seem even more friendly.
But in the next moment, his expression changed abruptly, and he clenched the silver in his hand and punched the old beggar hard in the face.
"Ah!"
The old beggar was caught off guard, knocked to the ground with a bloody nose, and blood started flowing immediately.
