Restaurants always tend to meet these types of people, and on the street where Chen Yu worked, there were three or four of these beggar gangs.
Some might say they lack money, but that's not entirely the case, as these fellows aren't really a beggar gang. Some, when they change their clothes, are actually drivers; Liu Sang himself doesn't even own a car, yet these people do.
Offer them food or contact a welfare house for them, and they'd curse you before bolting away. At first, Liu Sang thought they were genuinely destitute, but it was Uncle Lin from next door who enlightened him about the trickery involved, and the once naive Liu Sang realized how simplistic he had been.
"Scram, or I'll call the police," Liu Sang said, cursing under his breath and rolling up his sleeves, looking like someone not to be messed with, and that old man scurried off disgracefully.
Chen Yu pondered thoughtfully. He had seen clearly that the beggar had hopped into a Maserati and driven away.
