Without much thought, the old gang leader said directly, "One hundred and six."

After saying that, a trace of sadness flashed across his face. "No, it's one hundred and five. One of my old buddies died of illness yesterday."

Out of curiosity about the Beggars' Sect, Tang Huan asked many more questions.

The old gang leader was very grateful for Tang Huan's act of distributing porridge and food, so he patiently answered almost every question, which allowed Tang Huan and the others to learn more about the place.

Just as Xiao Qi had predicted, there were more than five hundred beggars in the entire southern district, but less than a thousand.

The members are scattered in different areas, and the gangs keep to themselves, though they occasionally have some contact.

The Beggars' Sect has over a hundred members, including men, women, and children, all striving to survive under the leadership of their former leader.

Those who are too young or too old to do anything else go out on the streets to try begging.

Young adults try to find manual labor jobs in the city to earn a meager income.

Some of the women were responsible for cooking and sewing together scraps of cloth that everyone had collected, which they could barely use as clothes.

Through the old gang leader's account, Tang Huan also learned how he became lame.

On one occasion, the old gang leader led a group of people to help move goods in the city. After the job was done, the other party did not pay as agreed. When the old gang leader and his men argued with them, he ended up having one of his legs broken.

"Old Boss, can you contact other gangs in the South District?" Tang Huan asked after listening.

"Can."

Tang Huan asked seriously, "If I had a way to help you escape your current lives, I wonder if you would be willing?"