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"My conscience has been eaten by a dog, what a shame!" Someone spat at him.

Those beggars had already stopped kicking and beating him. They crossed their arms and coldly watched him being scolded from the sidelines. Jiang You curled up his body, as though he was trying to curl up into a ball so that no one could see him. His face was covered in dust, and his clothes, which were considered clean at the beginning, were now in tatters.

After the people in the surroundings had scolded enough and looked enough and felt that the anger in their hearts had all eased up, they finally stopped. After resting for a while, they wanted to continue but were stopped by the kind people, so they loudly shouted out a few words before giving up.

The beggars continued to stay in that place, unsightly to the paralyzed river, and even the foul language came out of their mouths. They did not care what the people of the city thought of them, they simply did not like the sight of this man.

It could even be said that their good brothers from before died because of the porridge sent by Jiang Yu. It was just that they feared the power of Jiang Hu at that time and had no choice but to swallow their anger. But now, he was different. He was just an unarmed fool with an IQ similar to that of a child.

The beggar went up again, pulling up River Creek's hair and scolding: "Have you rested enough, rest enough then quickly scram, do you really think this is your home?" Then, he kicked Jiang Yu in the back.

The pedestrian ahead of him took a step away from the river. Without looking at him, who had fallen back to the ground, he walked away.

Jiang Yu stood up and didn't return to the empty space. Instead, he staggered and sunk into the crowd.

"Ugly, smelly!" The group of children threw the stones they picked up in front of them. Then, the ragged man crouched in the corner and threw them at them.

He didn't know where he was right now, but his stomach was getting hungrier and hungrier. He stopped in front of a bun house that was emitting the fragrance of buns and hid himself in a corner where there was no sunlight and it was a bit dark. So no one was chasing him away, no one was pointing at him and cursing.

Jiang Yu squatted there, played with his fingers, and turned a deaf ear towards the children who came from who knows where, as if they were not hitting him, even if they did hit his sore spot, he would not make a sound, and continued playing with his fingers with his head down.

A braver kid stopped what he was doing and walked up to him. He lightly kicked him, and when he saw no response, he turned around and gave a look to his friends behind him.

Isn't it? Though the elders told them not to approach strangers, not to talk to them, to play. They're not talking, and they're not playing! Plus, this person wouldn't make a sound or fight back. Children like them didn't have free sandbags to play with, and their father wouldn't allow them to fight.

When the children left laughing, Jiang Yu got up from the ground again. Fortunately, it was only a child who hit him, so he didn't use too much strength when he attacked. He still had the strength to stand up, but he didn't choose to leave.