Besides the village center where the big banyan tree is located, Fengmen Village has six or seven huge spaces and dozens of smaller spaces around it.

Even after being here for so long, I still haven't figured out the terrain.

Fengmen Village felt to me like an anthill with interconnected pathways, and we outsiders could never find the location of the queen ant.

Based on the directions given by the dealer, we quickly arrived at the southernmost cave.

This is the affluent area of ​​Fengmen Village. The streets are no longer lined with dilapidated courtyards like ours, but with rows of two-story buildings, each with its own private yard.

According to the rules of Fengmen Village, we cannot freely enter other people's homes, but it is not a problem to wander around the streets.

After driving around in circles, the five of us finally stopped at an intersection.

Looking at the beggar in the distance, Wang Qing asked me incredulously, "Duan Tao, you've spent so much time and money, is it all just to find this person?"

I looked at the beggar at the street corner ahead, my brow furrowed: "It's still uncertain, but I think I might have been ripped off by the dealers at the Joyful Casino."

The beggar's location is at the first intersection after entering the cave on the south side.

Actually, I noticed the beggar when I first entered the cave, but I ignored him and searched around inside.

In the end, I got the result that was both expected and unexpected.

There was only one beggar in this cave.

It makes sense, Fengmen Village is a huge den of iniquity. Anyone who can survive here must be incredibly wealthy, so how could they possibly end up as beggars?

The reason I said I was cheated by the dealer is because the beggar at the intersection ahead was a disabled person.

Moreover, he is a disabled person who has lost both arms.

How did a master forger who lost both arms end up like this? The answer is not hard to guess: he must have been caught red-handed for forging.

I came to him hoping he would help me create a fake Yama, a cancerous tumor, but my plan naturally failed.

Wang Hong had already given up hope: "It looks like we've been scammed. This guy must have had his arms cut off for forging documents and is now a cripple!"

Wang Qing also shook his head: "No wonder you were able to find out the location of a master forger with only ten million. These people at Zhongle Gambling House are too scoundrels. Aren't they just playing word games with us? Let's go back and investigate again. There's no need to waste time on this disabled person."

"Wait here, I'll go talk to him."

Although I had given up hope on the disabled beggar in front of me, I still walked over.

Although I know he can no longer fake it, I've already spent over ten million yuan, and I can't let that money go to waste.

The disabled beggar was located in the most conspicuous spot at the street corner.

The person wore a dirty mask, had messy hair like a bird's nest, and wore tattered and worn-out burial clothes.

Beneath him was a blanket and a pillow, suggesting that he usually ate and slept here.

I walked up to the beggar and saw him leaning against the wall with his eyes closed. I took out a 100,000 yuan note from my pocket and placed it in front of him.

Before I could even speak, the beggar said, "Take it."

"What do you mean? You think the money isn't enough?"

I was taken aback by the beggar's words, then I laughed in exasperation: "What's wrong? You're complaining that the food is bad after begging for it?"

The beggar still didn't open his eyes and lazily replied, "I'm begging for food, but I don't want money. I only want antiques, anything below the Qing Dynasty era."

"Damn! A beggar who only wants antiques? Why don't you just rob someone?"

I rolled my eyes, then glanced at the beggar's missing arms: "Seriously, you didn't get your arms chopped off because of a robbery, did you?"

The beggar seemed enraged by my words, suddenly opening his eyes and spitting out a single word: "Get out!"

"Hey, you old man are quite something, begging like this without fear of getting beaten to death."

I was insulted by the beggar, but I didn't argue with him and turned to leave.

Seeing me approach, Wang Qing quickly came up to me and asked, "How did it go? Did you find out anything? Was that disabled beggar really the Thousand-Handed Buddha?"

I shrugged. "He didn't say anything. This guy has a pretty bad temper."

The monkey grinned and said, "Isn't that obvious? If he had a better temper, he wouldn't have been beaten into a cripple and begging for food here."

As we were talking, Wang Qing saw me walking to the right and reminded me, "Duan Tao, you're going the wrong way. The way back to Zhongle Casino is on the left!"

"Wait, I still have things to take care of."

I waved my hand and quickly walked to the carpet on the left. After turning around, I spent 300,000 yuan to buy a large Qing Dynasty bowl with a yellow ground and green glaze and dragon pattern.

Outside, this dragon-patterned bowl would be worth at most 150,000, but to save time, I didn't haggle with the seller.

When I returned to the beggar, I placed the dragon-patterned bowl in front of him: "Old man, I've brought you what you wanted. Do you want this one?"

The beggar slowly opened his eyes, his gaze unwavering: "Barely."

I was furious with this old man, and barely suppressed the urge to hit him as I looked at him: "Hey? What are you saying? It's like I'm begging you when I give you something!"

The old man spouted a twisted logic: "I am a beggar, but I have not asked you for anything. When you give me things, you are accumulating good karma for yourself. Doing good makes you feel good, so why should I be grateful?"

I rolled my eyes: "Fine, I won't argue with you. Now that you've taken my things, can I ask you a few questions?"

The old man glanced at me sideways: "Do I owe you anything?"

I:"???"

The old man continued, "I'm a beggar, not a confidante. Who said that just because I accepted your gifts, I have to answer your questions?"

"Holy crap! You think you can mess with me like this?"

I was so angry with the old man that I picked up the dragon-patterned bowl and was about to leave.

The seemingly lazy old man suddenly stretched out his leg and snatched the dragon-patterned bowl away with his greasy toes: "According to the rules of Fengmen Village, robbery is an unforgivable crime. You gave me this, so it's mine! If you dare to steal my things, I'll report you to Fengmen Village!"

"Go to hell! You stinking beggar dares to act like a hooligan with me? If I don't beat you until your face is covered in bruises, you won't even know why flowers are so red!"

I was truly enraged by this unreasonable beggar, but I didn't want to be branded as someone who bullied the elderly, so I immediately waved to someone in the distance: "Monkey! Manjing! Come and beat this old bastard up!"