Seeing the confused look on the man's face, Zhang Deming shook his head.
'Looks like he really doesn't recognize me. Maybe I'm overthinking it.' The little boy, Yi Huaihai, who had been stone-faced the entire time, finally spoke. "Senior Brother, don't waste your breath on someone like him."
He then turned to the old beggar and said, "My way of thinking is a bit different from most people's.
I like to look at things from a certain... perspective. From my perspective, we didn't need your help. You showed up out of nowhere to mooch off us, and you have a foul attitude. For that, you deserve to die!
Originally, that was going to be your last meal.
But since you went on with that long-winded explanation, I've reconsidered. I'll just take one of your hands.
Consider it a warning. As a mortal, the next time you decide to meddle, you should at least figure out who you're dealing with first. We are not people you can afford to mooch off of."
