From the Start, I Inherited a Beggars’ Gang

Tianbao was waiting to inherit a fortune, but all she got was a lightweight beggar-bashing stick?

Tianbao: ???

Where were the mountains of gold and silver? Where was my protagonist's halo?

“I pass the position of Beggar Clan leader to my son. Take this beggar-bashing stick, and you can command the world!” The old beggar breathed his last.

Tianbao looked back at the ragged crowd of beggars. This inheritance was more of a burden than anything else. “Oh, no!” she cried, then ran off in fright.

The beggars caught up with Tianbao. “Don't be afraid, Leader! We'll take care of you!”

Tianbao sobbed: I don't want to eat leftovers!

Making a fortune was now a must. The Beggar Clan's spring had arrived, but Tianbao was only a three-and-a-half-year-old toddler, and she was already worrying herself sick about how to feed the whole clan. If they couldn't get enough to eat, the beggars would want to return to their old ways...