Chapter 457: Crazy Speculation

"Thank you for saving me just now. I'll bring you food every day after work."

Han Fei's knife was meant for Butcher, and as sunlight poured into the alley, he tucked the handle away, then reached into his chest pocket.

The homeless man recoiled in fear, his face filled with terror.

A moment later, Han Fei took out five hundred yuan. "It's getting cold, buy a thick blanket to cover yourself, or find a place to stay if it's too hard out here."

The homeless man didn't dare to take the money from Han Fei; he dragged his wooden box and walked to the other side of the alley.

"A homeless man who refuses charity? What did he do before he became homeless?" Han Fei noticed the man's dog. Even though the man was disheveled and in tattered clothing, he still played with the limping dog every day. It seemed that only the dog treated him as an equal, while the relatively clean dog represented his last shred of dignity.