Chapter 5477 Dine and Dash

Chapter 5477 Dine and Dash

Crack!

In a dim alley, a short and thin man dragged a struggling woman. The woman resisted relentlessly.

A slap echoed as the short and thin man fiercely declared, "It's all because of you, my streak of bad luck! If I lose money, blame it on you. Today, I'll sell you off!"

Jian Wushuang squatted at the alley entrance, watching the scene unfold without any intention of intervening. Mainly because he thought that dealing with a woman should be no problem for this short and thin guy.

"No, something's not right!" Jian Wushuang shook his head; his thoughts had taken a twisted turn.

The short and thin man, gripping the woman's hair, dragged her through the snowy path.

As he passed by, Jian Wushuang silently extended the stick in his hand and tripped the short and thin man, sending him face-first into the snow.

"Ouch!" The short and thin man's head hit the ground, and his teeth were knocked out.

Nosebleed streamed from his nose, and he released his hold on the woman, covering his nose. He turned to see a beggar laughing at him. Enraged, he cursed, "You beggar dared to trip me!"

Saying this, he swung his fist towards Jian Wushuang.

Although nearly exhausted from hunger, Jian Wushuang had experiences from his mundane past, and his swordsmanship was quite agile.

Even without a sword in hand, a seven-foot-long stick could serve as a substitute.

A strike, not particularly forceful, hit the opponent's vital point, knocking the short and thin man unconscious on the ground.

Finally standing up, Jian Wushuang looked at the woman sobbing on the ground. He spoke gently, "Madam, is your home nearby?"

The woman didn't lift her head to look at him but pointed weakly down the alley.

"It's cold outside; let's go back," Jian Wushuang said, one hand grabbing the hair of the unconscious man and the other supporting the woman.

On the ground, there were two distinct trails left behind.

Having escorted the woman home, Jian Wushuang surveyed the dilapidated house before glancing at the short and skinny man he had in tow.

"Is there clean clothing available?" Jian Wushuang inquired.

The woman, now ceasing her tears, shifted her attention from her sobbing to the unconscious, scrawny man. The thought of him waking up tomorrow only to sell her again filled her heart with despair.

Upon hearing Jian Wushuang's request for clothing, a flicker of hope crossed her mind. She retrieved a set of clean and tidy clothes from the worn-out wardrobe. Although patched in many places, the garments were remarkably soft, far superior to what Jian Wushuang was currently wearing.

"Sir, please come in!" The waiter bowed respectfully.

If the waiter knew that Jian Wushuang only had three copper coins on him, he might not have been so polite.

This time, he came for a free meal.

"This will do!" Jian Wushuang deliberately chose a seat near the window for easy escape.

The waiter didn't say much, wiped the chair, and after inviting Jian Wushuang to sit down, he respectfully asked, "Sir, what would you like to eat?"

"I'll have three pounds of cooked beef to eat here, cut another three pounds for takeout, and two pots of wine!"

Not only did he want to eat his fill this time, but he also had to plan for the next meal.

After the waiter left, Jian Wushuang put down his hands, glanced at the window, tapped it lightly; the paper and wood paste didn't seem very sturdy, but it should be fine.

The beef arrived quickly, freshly taken from the braising pot, emitting steam. Although Jian Wushuang was very hungry, he didn't devour the food to avoid arousing suspicion.

After taking a sip of wine, making sure no one was paying attention, he began to use his chopsticks, enjoying the oily feast.

With this in mind, he walked towards the restaurant he had just passed by.

Three catties of beef, an amount most people couldn't finish, but Jian Wushuang managed to eat to about 70 percent full.

Just as he finished, the waiter showed tactfulness and brought over a neatly packed portion wrapped in oil paper.

"Get me a bowl of beef soup too!" Jian Wushuang took the packed beef, wiped his mouth, and instructed.

The waiter didn't question and replied, "Sure thing!"

As the waiter disappeared from his sight, Jian Wushuang stuffed the packed beef into his arms, lifted it onto the table, and kicked it towards the window.

Although he was unmistakably an ordinary person, after eating his fill, his strength was not to be underestimated. With one kick, the window bore a hole, and through it, Jian Wushuang leaped out.

This commotion attracted the attention of many. All eyes turned towards the broken window, leaving only a chilly breeze whistling through the gap.

The innkeeper, dozing off behind the counter, was awakened by the loud noise, but Jian Wushuang was long gone.

The waiter who served Jian Wushuang, carrying a hot soup from the kitchen, stood still in shock.

It took a while for them to realize: someone had dined and dashed!

A few catties of beef were worth little, but with the broken window, the cost to repair it could buy ten catties of beef.