From Beggar to Emperor: My Profession Has Its Own Characteristics

It was already dark.

The last vestiges of dusky yellow were swallowed up by the dark blue night, and the shadows of the mud walls on both sides of the alley were so thick they seemed to melt away.

Zhu Yuan was carrying a carrying pole towards the alley. The pole pressed down on his thick shoulders, and his steps were steady and powerful.

Today is the fifth day of his sixty consecutive trips transporting goods.

These past few days, the amount of copper coins I have has increased between seventy-three and seventy-five. If this continues, my monthly income will reach two taels of silver.

In addition to the increase in savings, a total of 103 points of porter's professional experience were gained in these five days.

When Zhu Yuan reached the entrance of the familiar alley, he paused slightly.

Two people suddenly emerged from the darkest shadows at the base of the wall, one on the left and one on the right, blocking his way.

One was tall, the other short, both wearing dark gray short khakis with their sleeves rolled up high to their elbows, revealing their strong arms.

They stood there, staring at Zhu Yuan with hostile eyes.

"You're Zhu Yuan?" the tall man asked, glancing sideways.

Zhu Yuan did not recognize these two people, nor had he ever seen them before.

However, judging from their posture and eyes, they're definitely here to cause trouble.

Zhu Yuan glanced at him, but didn't say anything or run away.

He first glanced at the two people's positions and the gap between them, then calmly and slowly put down the carrying pole on his shoulder, leaning against the earthen wall of the alley. His movements were unhurried, as if he was just taking a break because he was tired.

Upon seeing this, the tall man grinned, a contemptuous look on his face, like a cat playing with a mouse.

He strode forward, his right hand outstretched, fingers spread, reaching straight out to grab Zhu Yuan's collar.

Just as that hand was about to touch his collar, Zhu Yuan suddenly squatted down!

This wasn't out of fear, but rather because we were prepared.

He crouched down with lightning speed, his back arched, his center of gravity lowered, and his right hand swiftly scooped up a handful of dry, loose soil from the ground, mixed with a few sharp pebbles.

He practically sprang up from his crouch, and with the force of his rise, he swung his right arm violently, sending a cloud of dust mixed with gravel flying towards the tall man's eyes and face.

"what!"

Caught off guard, the tall man screamed and immediately covered his face with both hands.

Dust stung his eyes, and rough pebbles cut his delicate eyelids, causing a burning pain. Blood mixed with tears instantly streamed down his face.

The short man next to him was stunned by this sudden turn of events, and his eyes widened involuntarily.

Zhu Yuan wouldn't give him time to react.

Taking advantage of the short man's momentary lapse in concentration, Zhu Yuan exerted force with his waist and hips, and with his right foot, as if kicking heavy sacks at the dock, he kicked the short man's groin solidly with the sole of his foot!

"Hmm!"

The short man only had time to let out a short, painful groan before his face instantly turned a deep purplish-red, like a pig's liver.

He suddenly bent over, clutching his lower body tightly with both hands. His knees buckled, and he collapsed to his knees with a thud. His mouth was wide open, but he couldn't make a sound due to the excruciating pain. He could only manage a series of hoarse gasps from his throat.

The tall man was still there, rubbing his eyes in pain, trying to see clearly.

Zhu Yuan's eyes turned cold. At that moment, he grabbed the carrying pole that had been leaning against the wall, gripped it tightly with both hands, and used the force of turning around to swing the carrying pole in a half-circle with a whooshing sound, slamming it hard into the tall man's shoulder blade!

With a muffled crack, accompanied by another piercing scream from the tall man, he staggered a few steps to the side, crashed into the earthen wall with a thud, and then slid softly down the wall, finally squatting on the ground.

At this moment, the tall man barely opened one eye, which was filled with bloodshot eyes and terror, while his other eye remained tightly closed, and he dared not open it at all.

From the moment they squatted down to grab the soil to the moment they both collapsed, the entire process took less than three breaths.

Silence returned to the alley, broken only by heavy, suppressed groans of pain.

Zhu Yuan stood in the dim alley, still tightly gripping the old, dusty carrying pole in his hand.

His palms were covered in sticky, cold sweat, and his heart was pounding in his chest, but he tried to calm himself down.

He looked at the two people squatting on the ground.

One was covering his face, blood seeping from between his fingers, curled up and trembling; the other was curled up on the ground like a boiled shrimp, his body still convulsing involuntarily from the excruciating pain.

"Go back and tell Li Yinghu," Zhu Yuan said, his voice exceptionally clear in the quiet alley, "What happens within your Shuiyue Gang is none of my business. I pay my monthly 'peace money' on time and follow the rules perfectly."

The tall man's barely open eye was filled with terror as he looked at Zhu Yuan, who stood in the shadows, as if he were looking at a demon crawling out of hell.

He never expected that this porter would be so ruthless and decisive when he started fighting, and his moves were so despicable that he caught everyone off guard.

How could someone like that be content to be an ordinary porter at the docks?

Finally, Zhu Yuan didn't even glance at the two groaning figures on the ground again. He picked up the carrying pole that had fallen to the ground, hoisted it back onto his shoulder, and his figure quickly disappeared into the darkness deeper into the alley.

He had seen two of Li Yinghu's henchmen, but these weren't the two people.

These two were most likely other members of Li Yinghu's gang.

He returned to his humble little house.

As usual, he gently leaned the carrying pole against the corner of the wall, then walked to the bedside, lay down on the old quilt, closed his eyes, and replayed the scene in his mind over and over again.

This was the first time in the world that he had truly fought with someone.

There is no set method or routine.

Use any underhanded tactics you can in a fight, and do whatever it takes to defeat your enemy the fastest.

As long as I can win and protect myself, that's enough.

Also, it's really important to take the initiative!

When the other party completely disregards you, striking first can often determine the outcome.

Of course, this can only deal with ordinary people, but it's perfectly sufficient for him now.

"Nothing happened for the first nineteen days, but now they've come to see me after only five days. Could it be because I saw Brother Ma?"

As Zhu Yuan stood up, he considered this possibility.

He remembered the date clearly; in six days, he would have to pay the Water Moon Gang's peace money again.

After thinking for a while, Zhu Yuan felt that this was very likely, and of course there was another reason.

That's due to his own factors.

The negative impact of the beggar profession characteristic one.

"So far, I've been quite lucky. The positive effects have outweighed the negative ones."

Among the people he knew, whether it was the old beggar or the old horse, they all gave him a lot of help.

Especially when he first transmigrated here, if it weren't for the influence of the beggar's profession characteristic one, he would have starved to death already.

Thank you to the second young lady of the Situ family for the generous gift of the large meat buns.

In Qingyang County, the Situ family was a large and influential family.

Zhu Yuan has already gathered a general overview of this information.