Chapter 1740: Thief

Factory building.

A metal palm composed of precision parts was tightly fitting onto the part of the Domain Train. As a faint light flickered in Li Shangfeng's eyes, these parts engaged with each other, recovering their original appearance bit by bit.

This state lasted for a full four or five minutes. It wasn't until Li Shangfeng's forehead was covered in sweat that the Domain Train part was completely whole.

Li Shangfeng was like he had been hollowed out, plopping down and sitting on the ground.

"Damn it..."

"Money is hard to earn, shit is hard to eat..."

"It's still easier to earn money relying on a financial backer boss. I never want to take orders from this Taishi Division again."

Li Shangfeng was indeed exhausted. Without changing out of his dirty maintenance overalls, he just lay on the concrete floor like this. Closing his eyes, bursts of snoring sounded before long.

Seeing this, Club 8 shook his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

This guy was still the same as always.

He stuffed the drawing board back into his body, stood up, and walked straight toward the bed sheets and bedding stacked to the side.

He originally wanted to cover Li Shangfeng with some blankets, but then discovered that his palm floated lightly through the blanket, fundamentally unable to pick it up... Club 8 stared blankly for a moment, a trace of disappointment revealing between his brows.

"Sigh..."

Club 8 shook his head, no longer trying to cover Li Shangfeng with a blanket. Instead, facing the incandescent light bulb that was still bright overhead, he gently snapped his fingers.

Pa——

The incandescent lamp was instantly extinguished.

The quiet night shrouded the factory building. Li Shangfeng rolled over, his snoring becoming increasingly loud.

Time passed minute by minute...

In the long night, a black-robed figure appeared in the factory building like a ghost.

His figure was very agile, his footsteps falling on the ground without making the slightest sound. In the darkness, that figure slowly raised his head, a pair of deep blue eyes looking around.

At the same time, Club 8's phantom stood guard in front of the sleeping Li Shangfeng, the gaze looking at the black-robed figure incomparably sharp!

Who was he?

What did he want to do??

Club 8 was very vigilant in his heart, but not panicked. He knew the Red King was nearby. No matter who this black-robed person was, he couldn't stir up any waves.

The black-robed person moved silently through the factory building, his gaze sweeping over the various tools on the shelves on both sides...

His brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

After sweeping the shelves, he came to the storage room at the side again. But inside, aside from some hoarded living supplies and some scattered coins, there was nothing else.

"I thought there would be some harvest in such a large factory building... I didn't expect it to be another poor ghost." The black-robed person coldly snorted.

Just as he was planning to turn and leave, those deep blue eyes suddenly seemed to have perceived something, his gaze falling on the sleeping Li Shangfeng.

In the darkness, his eyes slightly lit up!

This scent is...

The black-robed person raised his hand and grabbed into the nothingness. In the next second, three heavy Gold Bars appeared in his palm out of thin air!

Seeing these three Gold Bars, the black-robed person was startled, unbelievable wild joy surfacing in his eyes.

Gold Bars?

This guy unexpectedly still had three Gold Bars on his body?!

So it turned out to be a rich kid pretending to be a poor ghost... He knew it, someone who could open such a large Repair Shop in this block wouldn't be any simple character.

Excitement visibly surfaced on the black-robed person's face. He tucked the three Gold Bars into his embrace, turning around and preparing to leave.

Bang——

Just as he turned around, his forehead was like hitting a wall. His entire person staggered backward several steps, only then barely stabilizing his figure...

"Who!!" The black-robed person lowered his voice and exclaimed.

Heavy clouds gradually drifted past above the Chengtian Domain. The hazy moonlight passed through the window, spilling onto the floor of the factory building...

Above the quiet silver-white, a bizarre figure draped in a theatrical robe with a red background and black patterns was already standing in front of him since an unknown time. A pair of scarlet ruby-like eyes was staring at him slightly narrowed, long, narrow, and extremely oppressive.

"I thought it was someone from the Taishi Division... I didn't expect it to just be a thief." Chen Ling faintly opened his mouth.

Seeing his theft being busted on the spot, the black-robed person's expression obviously became nervous. He seemed to have no intention of getting entangled with Chen Ling. Grabbing a box of black sand for iron smelting from afar, he hurled it all toward Chen Ling!

At the same time, he turned his head and sprinted wildly toward the outside of the factory door!

The black sand rose in the air, surging toward that theatrical robe figure overwhelmingly. The black-robed person ran while looking back, but the thing that happened in the next second directly made him widen his eyes!

He only saw that rising black sand suddenly freeze in the air, and then everything was like a slow-motion rewinding shot, beginning to reverse!

The black sand returned to the wooden box anew, and the wooden box returned to the shelf anew, everything was as if it had never happened...

The black-robed person's pupils were full of shock!

How is this possible?!

What kind of method is this??

Before the black-robed person could react, he crashed headfirst into something again. And this time he was running very fast, the rebounding force was even greater, directly making him forcefully fall to the ground.

Since an unknown time, that theatrical robe figure was like a lingering nightmare again, standing before his eyes.

"Do you think you can take anything away from here?"

The theatrical robe figure slowly raised his hand. Three Gold Bars had already appeared in his hand.

The black-robed person was startled, immediately reaching his hand to touch his embrace, but ultimately only pulled out three heavy wrenches... Shock surfaced in his eyes again.

When were these swapped again?

Could it be...

The other party was also a Path of the Thief?

At this moment, the black-robed person clearly realized that the other party's strength was probably far above his own, but he didn't seem to have any intention of begging for mercy. Those stubborn deep blue eyes firmly stared at the theatrical robe figure. While retreating vigilantly, he thought about what other methods could allow him to escape.

No... not just escaping, those three taken Gold Bars, he also had to snatch them back!

A trace of ruthlessness surfaced in his gaze. Both hands grabbed within the factory building behind him, and two barrels of gasoline directly appeared out of thin air.

Moreover, under his precise control, the two barrels of gasoline had their positions continuously stolen five times within a second. The spilled gasoline drew trails at the door of the factory building.

Immediately afterward, a lighter appeared out of thin air in his hand again. But he didn't use this lighter to directly ignite the gasoline, but ignited his own black robe which was also stained with a small amount of gasoline!

In a split second, his black robe turned into a robe of fire. He shuttled nimbly on the earth. Whenever he passed by a trace of gasoline, a corresponding wall of fire would ignite. While these walls of fire covered his figure, they also tightly surrounded Chen Ling within, like some kind of simple blinding formation.

"...Oh?"

This move indeed exceeded Chen Ling's expectations.

When he looked down again, the three Gold Bars in his hand had disappeared anew.

"Using a time difference to steal away my Gold Bars, and then using the visual obstruction of the firelight to prevent me from stealing them back huh..." Chen Ling faintly opened his mouth, "Not a bad idea..."

"What a pity... the disparity between us is far larger than you imagine..."

The theatrical robe sleeve slowly raised.

In the next second, the firelight entirely rolled back into the gasoline. A figure that had already run dozens of meters out, crookedly ran back backward again, and then was pinched in mid-air by Chen Ling like a little chick!

Under the hazy moonlight, a mixed-race youth struggled while looking at Chen Ling, his deep blue pupils full of shock!

Until this moment did Chen Ling unhurriedly spit out the second half of his sentence:

"What do you say..."

"Li Laide?"