The Eighth One!

Keep fighting them until they're frightened, subdued, and beaten to death!

Ye Feng's words were bone-chillingly cold.

However, hearing his words, the young beggar's eyes instantly brightened.

"Thank you, elder brother!"

The young beggar struggled to pick himself up as she bowed towards Ye Feng, saying, "Thank you for saving me and thank you for saving my grandpa!"

Then, she took out a dirty sheet of iron and gave it to Ye Feng, adding, "Elder brother, I don't know how to show you appreciation for your help! This small iron plate is the only precious item that I have! I will gift it to you!"

The small iron sheet was covered with mud and dirt; however, it was a rarity in the eyes of the young beggar.

Ye Feng became shortly stunned. Watching the young beggar's hopeful look, he couldn't refuse his good intentions. Therefore, he grabbed it and placed it into his pocket.