Soon, the bun in the old man's hand was rudely snatched away by another slightly chubby beggar.
The beggars devoured their food, eyes shining, burping continuously.
The young beggar began to regret his decision, unable to understand why he refused the food offered to him.
Unexpectedly, the old man was not angry at the young beggar's refusal and instead had a strange look in his eyes.
"Not bad, there's some potential."
As soon as he finished speaking.
All the beggars who had just eaten the buns started foaming at the mouth, their eyes rolling back, convulsing on the ground, and soon fell silent.
"Oh my God!" The young beggar stared wide-eyed and ran away in fear.
But the old man grabbed him by the neck, effortlessly lifted him, not letting go despite his punches and kicks.
"I'm indeed someone who can't bear to see others suffer, so I simply gave them a quick relief.
However, you are a person of fate. Follow me, and perhaps there's a tremendous benefit waiting for you."
