Chapter 4

"Ah!" Charlotte let out a shrill scream, staggering backward while covering her face. Her meticulously coiffed hair came loose, and a clear handprint emerged on her cheek, leaving her looking utterly disheveled.

With bloodshot eyes, she glared at the beggar, her voice as harsh as nails scraping on a board.

"You wretch! How dare you strike me? Take him down!"

The four maids on the floor struggled to their feet and lunged at the beggar again.

To everyone's astonishment, this seemingly frail and blind beggar moved with astonishing agility and precision, his strikes as merciless as they were accurate. He…