Chapter 126 Running Into the Police Beauty Again

• “You’re a hopeless case, kid! If you weren’t my prized disciple, I’d tan your hide today!” The old man, dragged down at last, muttered and wagged his head, sighed, then finally turned to leave.
• He took two steps, then shuffled back with a grin. “Disciple, prices in the city are ridiculous. I can’t even beg decent food. I’m running on fumes here—how about you spot me a few hundred so I can get a real meal?”
• Timothy Lavette frowned. This old guy was a pain in the neck. But the man’s hair was white, his clothes were in rags, a real beggar through and through. Timothy forced down the irritation and handed him three hundred.