Getting no answer, the thug's patience snapped in two. `Tch. Fine, have it your way.` He swung a vicious kick towards Midas' side, but Midas rolled out of the way with a clumsy yet deliberate motion, getting up and begging them to please let him off.
The gang members laughed, but their laughter was tinged with irritation. After all, they were not expecting this beggar to even be able to move, let alone dodge.
`Where are you going, beggar?` one of them taunted. `You think you can fight us off?`
Midas limped towards the narrow alley, his movements sluggish, as though he could barely stand. The gang followed him, convinced of their victory. After all, these kinds of beggars were the best prey for asy skims. They had done this so many times that it was very difficult to not feel arrogant about their ability to get the job done.
