Chapter 1502

In order to deepen Cat Getan's locational advantages, continue to cultivate deep roots in theft and its affiliated industries, and to hold the helm steady on the blue ocean route of the industry, further exerting the guiding role of industry leaders, during the three-day Cat Getan Theft Industry Summit, the masters of Cat Getan's theft industry blazed a trail through the brambles, walked the old path of upgrading theft technology with a humble heart, and embraced bright expectations to showcase the team style of the new era.

During this Cat Getan Theft Industry Summit, over two hundred elite representatives broke through bottlenecks and broadened their horizons for the development of the theft industry, achieving the first comprehensive industry-wide collaboration in Cat Getan, setting a milestone of true significance for the criminal field in Cat Getan and even the East Coast.

With all parties in Cat Getan working together, the fighting spirit of the Cat Getan government and the people of Cat Getan yearning for a better life was fully demonstrated. The Cat Getan municipal government provided the venue for this summit, and Mayor Luo Yin also established the conference theme of "Steal everything that can be stolen, don't let a single cent of wealth flow out of Cat Getan."

Among them, the Cat Getan Police Department cooperated vigorously, with various officers providing guidance on technical issues arising during the summit, solving potential future technical blind spots with a targeted perspective, allowing the backbone elites of the theft industry to have a more comprehensive interpretation of the industry's development prospects.

After the summit concluded, the backbone elites from all walks of life truly brought the rich experience and new techniques absorbed at the conference into the grassroots of the Cat Getan theft industry, deepening the cultivation of the big picture while providing detailed guidance on individual technical issues.

In terms of theoretical learning, diverse disciplines such as jewelry appraisal, historical relic protection, and handicraft protection, which most grassroots practitioners had never been involved in, were introduced; in terms of technical practice, work was divided among individuals, traced to the second, truly achieving "compare hands, take everything that can be taken, ensure speed and value."

After grassroots practitioners underwent a new round of technical structure upgrades, they fully grasped the basic spirit of cross-field collaboration at the industry level, and in terms of individuals, they honed their skills and reactions to the extreme.

After the Cat Getan Theft Industry Summit concluded, the industry leaders and grassroots practitioners fully demonstrated the new-era craftsman spirit of a major East Coast city with their exquisite academic level and practical ability, which can be called "heavy sword without edge, great skill without craft."

It was on the second day after the master thieves finished their intensive training and passed on their techniques to the grassroots thieves that the first batch of mages arrived at Cat Getan Airport by plane. They were precisely the members of that most anxious Great Mage Alliance.

As for why they had to take a plane, it was of course because they couldn't bear to use the little energy they had left. And this group of mages, who had almost nothing but borrowed energy, were not much different from ordinary people. So far, they hadn't even managed to grab a single black diamond.

The mages had heard about Cat Getan's public security situation, but each of them carried energy-filled life-saving props. However, they didn't expect that the first difficulty blocking them wasn't fierce gang members holding weapons, but a group of children hugging their legs and making them unable to move.

"Uncle, Uncle, buy a flower. Uncle, you're the best, buy a flower! Today's flowers are especially good. Buy a flower for this auntie. You're a great person, buy a flower!"

"Uncle, subscribe to a newspaper from me! You absolutely won't find a cheaper one in Cat Getan. Subscribe to a newspaper. This one has news about the concert opening. Uncle, subscribe to a newspaper!"

"Uncle, do you want cigarettes? I have every brand of cigarette here. Auntie, do you want cigarettes? Mine are the cheapest in all of Cat Getan. Please, buy a pack of cigarettes. Uncle, come on, buy a pack!"

"Uncle, Auntie, do you need a tour guide? I'm familiar with this whole area. I'm a local. You definitely need a tour guide, right? I'm articulate and run fast. You won't find a better tour guide than me in this area!"

Not long after they walked out of the gate, a dozen or so children rushed up, hugging their legs and starting to howl. At first, it was just chattering, but later they started crying.

"Please! Uncle, buy a flower! If I don't finish my task, I'll be beaten to death! Auntie, you have the kindest heart, buy a flower from me. Otherwise, I won't have anything to eat tonight. I don't want to be hungry, please, buy a flower from me!"

"Please, if I don't finish my task, I'll be beaten. Buy a newspaper, it's not expensive!"

What kind of sound a dozen seven- or eight-year-old children crying together makes, even those who haven't raised children should be able to imagine.

And the strength of their pulling was not to be underestimated. Two female mages in the mage team hesitated for a second, and instantly they were like dogs that had fallen into a drainage ditch, kicking their legs in vain and unable to get out.

"Let go, let go, let go of me! I'm not buying anything, let go quickly!" The older bald mage leading them shook off the small hands grabbing his pants and waved to the people behind him, saying: "Hurry, ignore them!"

The others struggled for a good while before leaving the quagmire. As soon as they left, the oldest child in the team made a sound, crossed his arms, and said: "Heartless stingy ghosts, I thought we could scam a few orders... Forget it, who touched the wallet?"

"Me, I touched one, but it's a bit thin."

"Mine is thick, look at this one."

"I touched a wooden stick from his waist. Is this some kind of magic staff? Are the gems on this valuable?"

Hearing this, all the children gathered around. The leading child looked at the item in the child's hand. It was a small wooden stick made of two spirally crossed branches, with a blue gemstone sandwiched between the two branches, flickering with a faint light.

"They said items with magic power can be sold for a high price. We've made a fortune!" The children stared at the magic wand with shining eyes, and then another child raised his hand and said: "What is this thing that looks like an eye? I dug it out from behind their boots."

Several people gathered around again, and the leading big child waved his hand and said: "Go, back to the base. There are adults there who can understand it."

On the way back, he held his head high triumphantly, like a victorious rooster, and said: "I said we should grab the first one, the harvest is definitely big! That group of cowards didn't dare to go up and wanted to wait on the street. Once this group of fat pigs falls into their hands, their skin will be peeled off!"

Just as this child king said, the second disaster the mages encountered was the many Asian black-car drivers blocking the airport entrance.

"Taxi, taxi! Direct to the Cat Getan Cathedral scenic spot. Taking a taxi? Three people sharing a car, ten dollars each. Taxi, taxi!"

"Hello sir, taking a taxi? Heading to Cat Getan's East End, will arrive within twenty minutes, and it comes with a travel guide. Taking a taxi?"

"Missing one person! Missing one, missing one, leaving immediately! Do you have anyone who wants to take a taxi? Ten minutes to the East End. You want to go, right? Come, give me the luggage... give it to me!"

A mage on the far right of the team argued with the taxi driver soliciting customers, holding onto his suitcase and refusing to let go, while shouting to his companions: "Come help me, they want to steal my things!"

"Hey, what are you doing, let go of him!"

As soon as this sentence was spoken, the black-car drivers around instantly looked over, staring at this side with a unique scrutinizing gaze different from white people, and the few closest ones had already walked over with their arms crossed.

"What do you want?" the leading bald mage shouted, his voice sounding tough but weak. The Asian man who came over revealed a shy smile at him and said: "Just came over to ask if you're taking a car."

"Hey, this good brother also wants to take a car, right? Come, come, come, hurry up and help them carry the luggage. And this one here, you're going to the East End, right? Come, two people help out, this luggage isn't light. And this brother, your leg is broken, right? It's okay, we can carry you over."

"Wait, you can't..." The bald mage looked left and right, seeing his companions being carried away along with their luggage.

Most of the Asian taxi drivers seemed to have practiced this; two people, one on the left and one on the right, carrying a person and a suitcase, could still run very fast. Their physique and posture didn't look like people who had been driving for years, but rather like people who had been fighting for years.

"Let go of my companions!" the bald mage shouted loudly, pulling a magic staff from his bosom, with lightning-like sparks flickering on the staff.

At this moment, a chubby old man suddenly climbed out of a taxi outside the door. He was also Asian, with a white beard. As soon as he came in, he grabbed the bald mage's hand with a full face of smiles and said.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding! We solicit customers here all year round. If you say you don't want to go, then you don't go."

"But you also know Cat Getan doesn't have any proper taxis. If you go take those small gang cars, it's better to take ours. We properly have a whole street, and if any problems arise, you can find someone."

"You, who are you?" The bald mage didn't understand what they were saying.

"We are the 'Red Gang' from Chinatown over at Golden Beach, a Chinese gang. We cover over ninety percent of the food ordering and delivery business in the entire East End. We have over four thousand taxis and over two thousand motorcycles under our command, plus four large ships. We occupy sixty percent of Cat Getan's private transportation industry. Our reputation is absolutely guaranteed!"

"I wonder where you all are going?" the old man asked with a smile.

"We..." The bald mage just wanted to say something when a female mage behind him patted his arm and whispered: "Before coming, I checked the information. Cat Getan Cathedral was renovated by Bruce Wei En. He might go there for worship. Why don't we go there? We can also set up traps in advance."

The bald mage just wanted to say "Why not go directly to Wei En Enterprises?", but he reacted himself. Bruce Wei En must have thought that someone would come to hunt him down. His base camp couldn't be without arrangements. Instead of rushing headlong into the enemy's trap, it's better to find a place to wait for the rabbit.

So he cleared his throat and said to the old man: "We are just thinking of going to Cat Getan Cathedral, but don't you think about ripping us off."

"Then you tell me, what price do you intend to pay?"

"Just follow the taxi price in Metropolis. The prices in these two cities should be about the same." The bald mage proposed a solution, thinking he was very smart.

"Fine, then follow the taxi price in Metropolis. Get in the car."

"Wait, getting in the car is fine, but we have to carry our own luggage."

"That's fine too, come on."

The mages sat in the car with some trepidation. Everyone was tightly clutching the magic props in their hands. If the driver made any unusual move, they would immediately activate their magic. This was the only sense of security they had now.

The journey was smooth, but just as they were passing through the East End, several cars suddenly stopped. The mages were so nervous they almost used up the energy in their magic props. Fortunately, they knew magic was for life-saving, so they all restrained their actions.

"What's going on?" The bald mage wanted to stick his head out to ask. The next second, the white-bearded old man sitting next to him pulled him back into the car and pressed him hard under the seat.

The bald mage just wanted to curse when he heard a few "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh" sounds, followed by the sound of car windows being shattered. After a burst of slang and cursing, a burly white gang thug who looked like a door panel walked over with a gun.

"Hu, what's going on with you? Why did your leading car cut us off? The goods in the car are spilled. Can you afford to pay for it?"

"Heh, Old Hyena, of all the East End gangs, your trucks drive the wildest. I'm afraid you overturned yourself and want to blame it on us, right?"

"Don't try to stir up trouble. If it weren't for your small car changing lanes illegally, would we have lost so many goods? No way, you have to pay today! Otherwise, no one is leaving!"

"If you want to threaten me, you have to see if you have the ability! Open fire!"

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

"Bang! Whoosh, whoosh, bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Clatter!"

"Get out of the car! The car is going to explode!"

"Boom!"

"Help!"