"A..." He only smiled, the scar on his face twisted, emitting a more sinister aura. "Little mute, you are a beggar." He mockingly glanced at the handful of loose change in her hand. A mute girl with an i***t, anyone with half a brain could tell they were destitute, especially when looking at the pair of worn-out jeans she wore with frayed hems. Did they have money? Only a fool would believe that.
Demi Moore tightened her grip on her hand, feeling more anxious. He didn't want money, so what did he want?
The man said nothing, just stared at them, silently contemplating. The cold, malicious gaze in the fool's eyes was not wrong.
The scarred man grew somewhat bored after a while. It was indeed beneath him to deal with a pair like them, but he had no choice.
Slowly, he drew out a wooden
