Please pull the trigger for this world one more time.

Don't you dare run away, you little thief!

Mo Zian's forehead veins stood up—"You dare to steal from your grandpa? You steal money, fine, but you even steal my documents?"

In an instant, Mo Zian lost all interest in eating and chased after the faint ethereal aura.

However, his opponent was incredibly agile. Mo Zian, who prided himself on his own skills, was shocked to find that he couldn't keep up with him.

At this moment, he clearly sensed that the opponent's etheric aura was even weaker than his own, merely at the peak of a beginner martial apprentice.

Moreover, Mo Zian had a feeling that the other party wasn't trying to escape with all their might at all, but was deliberately keeping him hanging on—

This made Mo Zian somewhat puzzled. He didn't know about other places, but it was impossible for a thief to steal something and then provoke others in Guangwu City.

It is absolutely impossible.

Mo Zian followed along until they arrived near a slightly dilapidated old street. At this moment, the hooded figure suddenly appeared and walked slowly down the street.

This time, Mo Zian was certain that the other party wanted him to come along.

Looking at the surrounding street scene, Mo Zian knew that, due to the several major renovations that Guangwu City had undergone, this was one of the few remaining old streets in Guangwu City.

If this were in another city in the empire, it might just be an ordinary street with decent foot traffic, but in Guangwu City, it appears out of place and old.

Mo Zian followed the other person and gradually went deeper into the old street until they came to a corner, where there were two ragged figures, one big and one small.

Without a doubt, these were two beggars.

This old street is currently the only place in Guangwu City where beggars might appear.

The older beggar was an adult male, but he had lost his left calf—he really had lost his calf, not some kind of trick.

The younger boys are probably around seven or eight years old.

Mo Zian stopped and leaned against a lamppost not far away, watching silently as the hooded figure approached the beggar.

Mo Zian's money bag was opened, and all the cash and paper money were placed in front of the beggar, leaving not a single penny.

"Girl, this is too much!"

The man who had lost his lower leg grabbed the money with some fear. "I don't need this much. This is enough. It'll last us three days."

"And what about three days later?"

A clear yet slightly hoarse voice came from under the hood, "You've ended up like this with your child, perhaps because you didn't think about what will happen in three days."

The man fell silent, and the child snuggled closer to him.

"This money is enough for you to get a cheap prosthetic leg."

The petite figure crossed her arms and said, "You have to stand up, and then let your child stand up too."

The man stared blankly at the person in front of him, then suddenly snapped out of his daze, stuffing all the money into his pocket. "Thank you... thank you!"

The petite figure turned and left, but Mo Zian knew she hadn't gone far, so he didn't move either.

Before long, a group of people dressed in similarly tattered clothes came out and headed straight for the father and son. Clearly, when some people fall on hard times, they tend to bully those who are even more down on their luck, and then willingly rot in the mud instead of getting out.

The man's eyes shifted rapidly, but in the end he stood up shakily, leaning on a wooden cane. Someone grabbed him and hit him on the head with the cane, causing him to fall to the ground clutching his head.

The man, having lost the support of the wooden cane, also sat back down on the ground.

The man's outburst seemed to intimidate those in front of him. Taking advantage of their momentary daze, the man stood up again, this time with much smoother movements.

"Go! Go! Go! Let's grab it and have a good meal!"

The intimidation didn't last long. This time, a group of people swarmed forward, and the wooden cane knocked someone down again, but it was to no avail.

Mo Zian didn't understand why he was hysterical when facing the weak and powerless when facing life, but he was deeply shocked and looked down on him from the bottom of his heart.

Just as Mo Zian was about to step forward and make a move, the petite figure reappeared, so Mo Zian stopped in his tracks.

These beggars were no match for her. She quickly knocked them to the ground, making them writhe and groan as if they were the victims.

"I'm calling the police! Police! Someone's hitting someone!"

The other party just lay on the ground yelling, while a few onlookers pointed and whispered around them—clearly, they had companions.

About ten minutes later, a police officer wearing a grey uniform from the Security Division walked over.

Then the hooded figure revealed a document with a silver dragon emblem on its cover—this document was called a military officer's ID.

The moment the patrol officers looked at the evidence, they didn't even check it; after a brief exchange of a few words, they took all the perpetrators away.

Mo Zian saw it clearly: the moment the officer's ID was pulled out, the people lying on the ground froze.

As for the relationship between the patrolman and the group of people, Mo Zian didn't want to delve into it. After all, every family has its own troubles, and he understood that principle.

Without knowing the details of the matter, Mo Zian would not make any rash comments.

"Alright, looks like you two need to move to a quieter place next time. I'm leaving."

The petite figure turned to leave, but just then, the boy in the man's arms suddenly asked loudly, "Big sister, what's your name? Who are you?"

"I'm calling myself the kind person who helped you out."

The petite figure waved her hand and disappeared in a flash, while Mo Zian got up from the lamppost not far away and sat down at a small tea stall nearby.

Not long after, a girl sat down opposite Mo Zian.

She took off her hood, revealing short, fluffy hair and a slightly chubby round face—perhaps not a great beauty, but with delicate features and a pleasing appearance.

This look... is totally his type!

Mo Zian blinked. How can you expect me to be angry?

"What is your name, young lady?" Mo Zian asked calmly.

"It doesn't matter. I have a nickname back home: the Most High Gospel..."

The girl in front of him picked her nose with her little finger, and pushed her empty wallet and Mo Zian's ID in front of him with one hand. "Consider the money a loan. I can pay you back when I get my wages. Sorry, I acted first and asked for permission later."

"Thank you for not handing it to me with the hand you were picking your nose with."

Mo Zian grumbled irritably, put away his things, then let out a long sigh, shook his head and said, "You don't need to pay back the money, and you shouldn't have touched my documents."

"No, it must be returned."

The other person firmly shook their head: "Besides, if I didn't take your ID, would someone as rich as you have come along?"

"Yes! My money didn't come from thin air!" Mo Zian said firmly, "Besides, I don't actually have any money..."

"Come on!"

The girl in front of him curled her lip: "Who are you trying to fool, young master? I saw you arrive in your Ether car, and you didn't even pay for parking. You're really stingy."

"What a load of rubbish!! That's illegal business practice!"

Mo Zian, somewhat exasperated, retorted, revealing his rural accent, "Why should I offer him tribute...?"

"Pfft..." The person on the other end couldn't help but laugh.

Mo Zian regained his composure: "Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore. You probably won't be able to get into the place where I'm serving in the military, so you really don't need to pay back the money."

"But... how do you know I can't get in?" the girl in front of him asked with a strange expression.

"I'm telling you, don't do anything stupid."

Mo Zian earnestly advised, "It's fine if you use my money to give to others, but the Capital Military Academy is a military restricted area, full of experts. You... uh?"

Mo Zian's words were cut short when the girl in front of him took out a notebook exactly like his and slammed it on the table.

Mo Zian took the other person's identification, opened it, and glanced at it—

Name: Han Dafu, Place of Origin: Tianhe Port, Rank: Warrant Officer, Unit: Army Military Academy of the Capital of the Guangwu Empire...

It must be said that the Capital Military Academy is indeed a place that gathers talents from all over the country.

"We're... classmates? That makes things easier..."

"Huh? You said it?"

"It's nothing. I said it would be fine if it were just a classmate." Mo Zian stood up, glanced at his pocket watch, and said, "Let's go get something to eat. I'm hungry."

"I'm not going." The other person shook their head decisively. "You're out of money."

Mo Zian looked at the exceptionally handsome man before him: "Han Dafu, there's a place called the Imperial Bank where I can withdraw money... Besides, don't you have any money?"

"No," Han Dafu said matter-of-factly. "If I had money, would I be asking you for a loan?"

Fine.

you're right.

Mo Zian nodded helplessly: "So, are you going or not?"

"go."

They agreed very quickly.

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