"Get lost, you stinking beggar! Don't get my clothes dirty!" The junior disciple's brow furrowed at the sight of the beggar, and he broke into a stream of curses. He then yelled, "Waiter, what kind of business are you running here? You let just anyone in? Believe it or not, I'll tear down your sign and smash your shop!"
"Ah… Young Masters, please calm down. I'll get this beggar out of here right away…" The waiter was startled to see a beggar asking for food from two young masters he dared not offend.
"Sirs, I really haven't eaten in days. Please, take pity on me!" the begging youth pleaded, reaching out to grab the senior disciple's arm in the hope that he would give him something to eat.
"Get lost! Or I'll kill you!"
The senior disciple's brow furrowed when he was grabbed. With a flick of his arm, he sent the beggar tumbling to the ground.
"How dare you upset my senior brother? Kid, I think you're looking to die…" The junior disciple aimed a kick at the beggar.
