Most of the beggars in front of the door had left, Ruyi Tower had returned to normal, and the remaining few scoundrels no longer posed a threat.
Chen Feng's lips curled into a mocking smile as he looked at these people.
"Gentlemen, if you won't leave even if we're nice to you, then you can stay here and act like beggars. Be as pitiful as you can, that's how people will give you alms. As for food, don't worry, I'll have the waiter save the leftovers for you."
No sooner had he finished speaking than a copper coin clattered down in front of the pockmarked man, a merchant from out of town with a condescending expression.
Immediately afterwards, the people behind him also took out their coins and tossed them over without hesitation.
They clearly mistook the pockmarked man and others for real beggars.
The pockmarked man felt utterly humiliated and nearly burst open on the spot.
"Great, business is good. Keep it up." Chen Feng also pulled out a copper coin from his pocket and threw it on the ground without hesitation, laughing unkindly.
“I’m a very kind person and I can’t stand seeing others suffer. Since you’re begging in front of my shop, I can’t pretend I don’t see you. Here’s a little something for you, don’t be shy.”
This is an insult, a blatant insult!
They were scoundrels feared by everyone in Qingshui Town. How could they swallow such a humiliation after being publicly humiliated in broad daylight?
The pockmarked man's face twitched, his teeth grinding together. "You, you little brat, you're asking for it!"
Chen Feng crossed his arms, looking like he was about to kill someone. "You beggar, you're really unreasonable. I kindly gave you money, you should kneel down and kowtow, saying thank you, sir. But instead, you just sat there on the ground, not moving at all, like a dead dog, and even threatened me. Do you even know how to be a proper beggar?"
"You, you..." The pockmarked man's face turned a deep purplish-red with anger, yet he was utterly helpless.
Chen Feng snorted, "What about me? Come and hit me if you dare!"
Chen Qingqing was very pleased; her older brother had improved, now knowing that the ultimate way to humiliate someone was to enrage them.
If the pockmarked man and his gang were to take action, they could then legitimately send these troublemakers to jail.
She gave Chen Feng an approving look, then casually picked up the basin of water from the ground and splashed it without hesitation onto the spot where the pockmarked man and the others were sitting.
A basin of cold water was poured over the heads of several scoundrels.
The pockmarked man, enraged and embarrassed, stood up and roared, "Are you crazy?! Can't you see we're sitting right here?!"
Chen Qingqing raised an eyebrow and smiled, "To borrow your words, this isn't your kang (heated brick bed) or your ancestral grave. I can throw it wherever I want, it's none of your business."
"You brat, don't think we're easy to bully. If you really push us too far, we'll even beat ourselves up!" Radish Head threatened.
Chen Qingqing ignored him, opened her spatial dimension with her mind, and surveyed the poison space.
Finally, a packet of medicine powder suitable for these scoundrels was found—'Ulcer Powder'.
This poison is colorless and odorless. Those who are poisoned by it experience unbearable itching all over their bodies. If they do not scratch, their skin will ulcerate instantly. Although it is not fatal, it makes people wish they were dead.
Chen Qingqing knew these people wouldn't leave easily, so she didn't need to hold back. Taking advantage of the moment when no one was paying attention, she casually threw the slingshots at a few thugs nearby.
Seeing that Chen Qingqing ignored him, the pockmarked man looked her up and down with a lewd grin, rubbing his hands together. "This little wench isn't bad looking. If I could hold her all night, it would be worth dying for."
"Yes, look at her eyebrows, her eyes, her nose, her face, she's really beautiful!"
"Yeah, and that waistline, those curves, they're so attractive. If I could marry her, I'd be laughing in my sleep."
"Alright, you guys, stop talking. It's making me feel all tingly and itchy."
"Don't tell me you're just itching to try it; my hands are itching too."
"Yes, my hands are itching too. I really wish I could have a go right now."
A dozen or so scoundrels also joined in, spewing vulgarities.
Chen Feng clenched his fists, wanting to rush up and beat these people up several times, but Chen Qingqing stopped him each time. He didn't understand why his sister wouldn't let him do it.
Chen Qingqing looked at the crowd coldly, showing no anger at their words.
Laugh now, let's see if you can still laugh in a bit.
At this moment, the dozen or so scoundrels were lost in their fantasies, spewing vulgarities, unaware that they had been poisoned.
Not long after, Radish Head suddenly felt an itch on his face, and he subconsciously scratched it a few times.
This scratching caused an unbearable itch all over my body.
"Oh my god, why is it so itchy!" Radish Head cried out as he scratched himself.
Seeing this, the pockmarked man burst into laughter, "What are you up to, kid? You're really getting carried away, aren't you?"
"It's not that I'm pockmarked, it's really itchy, an unbearable itch, I can't stand it anymore."
"Look at you, you damn good-for-nothing! I told you to stop going to brothels and causing trouble, and now look what's happened! Did you catch a venereal disease?"
"Hey bro, stop teasing me. I'm so itchy, I'm dying to scratch your back."
"Don't worry, let me scratch it for you."
As soon as the pockmarked man reached out, he felt an itch on his neck, and his hand started scratching uncontrollably, muttering something under his breath.
"What's going on? I'm itchy too. We brothers slept together last night, could it be that someone has lice?"
At this moment, the hook-nosed boy pointed at Carrot Head's face in terror and shouted, "Carrot Head, your face is all rotten and puckered up, and it's oozing fluid!"
Upon hearing this, Radish Head shook his head dumbfounded, "What's wrong with my face? I don't know!"
As he spoke, he looked at the pockmarked face and was immediately shocked. "Brother Pockmarked Face, your face is also covered in craters!"
"What...what happened? My face!" The pockmarked man trembled as he wiped his face, and pus and blood instantly flowed down. He was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he screamed at the top of his lungs.
Upon hearing this, a dozen or so thugs all turned their gazes toward the three men. Their faces were swollen and red, and if they scratched them, the patches would quickly fester and ooze pus and blood, making them look quite terrifying.
Fearing infection, they all backed away.
"Brother Ma, what's wrong with you guys?"
"Yes, how come you have sores!"
"I...I don't know!" The pockmarked man scratched his body frantically, rolling around on the ground. "Oh my god, it's so itchy! It's so itchy, so incredibly itchy!"
"Quick, quick, scratch me! I'm itchy, I'm so itchy..." Radish Head cried out in anguish...
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