Beggar Cultivation System

Chapter 187 - 187: Gambling Is Bad

Filly fed her friend with a smile on her face. Seeing Bel eat with 'relish,' she became more satisfied with her decision to bring the new dish from their restaurant.

Bel looked like a child as red sauce painted her lips.

After taking a sip of water, Bel stared at Filly and Gail. "I'm going… to… pass… out… thank you."

As soon as she said those words, her eyes closed, and she fell asleep once more.

Filly and Gail exchanged a bitter glance. "Seems like we'll have to come back another time," Filly chuckled.

"Yes," Gail nodded.

After a moment, they left the room, and the maid guided them toward the mansion's exit.

"By the way, where are the Family Head and June?" Filly asked the maid.

Knowing the visitors' close relationship with Bel and the family, the maid answered honestly. "We don't know where they went, but they're

Seeing this, Apollo's eyes widened. Ten percent?! This is good!

He stood up and moved in front of his beggar spot, where people could see him. He noticed the basket of his breakfast sitting to the side, but he didn't want to waste the luck item, as it only lasted an hour before expiring.

Raising both hands above his forehead and sitting cross-legged, Apollo waited in anticipation. The only reason he bought the item was to increase his Alm Points.

Apollo wasn't good at saving. In his previous life, he hadn't needed to—his business talent kept money flowing in, so he never had to worry about what he wanted to buy or whether his funds would run out.

Expecting a great return, the beggar waited. However, a few minutes passed, and nothing happened. His Alm Points didn't move at all.

Confused, he opened his eyes and looked around, but no good Samaritan had come forward to give him money. Is it because the morning is still young? The street was quiet, with only a few people walking by.

I don't believe I won't at least get a return on my Alm Points! Gritting his teeth, he resumed begging.

Twenty minutes later.

Apollo finally sensed someone approaching. He opened his eyes excitedly and saw black-brown shoes.

"Thank you! You are good! I greatly appre—" Apollo couldn't finish his words as he recognized the person in front of him.

He realized something. Why is the street so quiet? It was the silence before the storm, and the storm had arrived right in front of his face.

"I finally found you! You training ground wrecker!" Sir Guo shouted angrily, pointing a finger at the beggar.