Beggar B shook his leg, striking a fearless pose. As he spoke, his beady eyes scanned the courtyard, noticing that all the other doors were open—only the one beside him was closed. According to the usual way of thinking, if a family was hiding something, they certainly wouldn't put it in a room with an open door. Beggar B thought the same. He ignored the people in the courtyard and reached out to push open the storehouse door.
"What do you think you're doing? Trying to rob us?" Yuan Si shouted from behind.
"Well now, this little girl is a real beauty. My little sister, eh? Just a bit too young," Beggar A said, smacking his lips.
"Don't worry. Give her a couple more years, and you can still take her as a little wife," Beggar B quipped. His eyes darted around, but seeing no handy tools, he gave up looking and viciously kicked the storehouse door.
