Chapter 1740: Thief

Workshop.

A metal palm composed of precision parts was embedded seamlessly onto the Domain Train part. As a faint light flickered in Li Shangfeng’s eyes, these parts joined together, bit by bit, returning to their original state.

This state lasted for a full four or five minutes, until Li Shangfeng’s forehead was covered in sweat, and the Domain Train part was completely whole.

Li Shangfeng felt as if he had been hollowed out, and sat down on the floor.

"Damn it..."

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

"It’s still easier to earn money relying on the gold-master boss. I never want to take another order from this Taishi Division again."

Li Shangfeng was indeed exhausted. He didn't even change out of his dirty maintenance work clothes, just lay on the concrete floor, closed his eyes, and soon started snoring.

Seeing this, Plum 8 shook his head, laughing in spite of himself.

Sure enough...

This guy is still the same old way.

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

He wanted to cover Li Shangfeng with a quilt, but then found his palm passing lightly through the quilt, unable to pick it up at all... Plum 8 was stunned for a moment, a look of disappointment appearing in his brows.

"Sigh..."

Plum 8 shook his head, didn't try to cover Li Shangfeng with the quilt again, but gently snapped his fingers at the incandescent bulb that was still bright overhead.

Snap—

The incandescent bulb extinguished instantly.

The quiet night shrouded the workshop, Li Shangfeng turned over, and his snoring became even louder.

Time passed minute by minute...

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

His figure was very light, and his footsteps didn't make a sound when they landed on the ground. In the darkness, the figure slowly raised his head, and a pair of deep blue eyes looked around.

At the same time, Plum 8’s shadow guarded in front of the sleeping Li Shangfeng, his gaze toward the black-robed figure sharp and fierce!

Who is he?

What does he want to do??

Plum 8 was very vigilant in his heart, but not panicked. He knew the Red King was nearby, and no matter who this black-robed person was, he wouldn't be able to make any waves.

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

His brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

After scanning the shelves, he came to the storage room on the side, but apart from some hoarded daily necessities and scattered coins, there was nothing else.

"I thought such a big workshop would have some gains... I didn't expect it to be another poor guy." The black-robed person snorted coldly.

He was just about to turn and leave when those deep blue eyes suddenly seemed to sense something, his gaze falling upon the unconscious Li Shangfeng.

In the darkness, his eyes lit up slightly!

This scent is...

The figure in the black robe raised his hand and grabbed at the void; the next second, three heavy gold bars appeared out of thin air in his palm!

Seeing these three gold bars, the black-robed figure froze, an expression of incredulous ecstasy appearing in his eyes.

Gold bars?

This guy actually had three gold bars on him?!

So he was a rich kid pretending to be a pauper... He knew it; anyone capable of running such a large auto repair shop in this district couldn't be a simple character.

Visible excitement appeared on the black-robed figure's face. He tucked the three gold bars into his chest and turned to leave.

Bang—

Just as he turned, his forehead felt like it had slammed into a wall. He staggered back several steps, barely managing to steady himself...

"Who is it!!" the black-robed figure hissed in a low, startled voice.

Thick clouds drifted gradually over the Chengtian Domain, and the hazy moonlight filtered through the windows, spilling onto the floor of the workshop...

Against the tranquil silvery-white light, a strange figure draped in a theatrical robe with a red base and black patterns stood before him, having appeared out of nowhere. A pair of eyes like scarlet gemstones narrowed as they watched him, long and narrow, exuding an intense sense of oppression.

"I thought it was someone from the Taishi Bureau... I didn't expect it to be just a thief," Chen Ling said calmly.

Seeing his theft caught in the act, the black-robed figure's expression grew visibly tense. He seemed to have no intention of getting involved with Chen Ling, grabbing a crate of black iron-smelting sand from the air and hurling it all at Chen Ling!

At the same time, he turned and bolted toward the workshop gate!

The black sand kicked up in the air, engulfing the figure in the theatrical robe. The black-robed figure kept glancing back as he ran, but what happened the next second made his eyes widen in shock!

The flying black sand suddenly froze in mid-air, and then everything began to rewind like a slow-motion playback!

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

The black-robed figure's eyes were filled with horror!

How is this possible?!

What kind of technique is this??

Before the black-robed figure could react, he slammed into something again. And this time, because he was running so fast, the rebound force was even greater, sending him crashing to the ground.

Without him noticing, the figure in the theatrical robe was standing before him again, like an inescapable nightmare.

"Did you think you could take anything away from here?"

The figure in the theatrical robe slowly raised his hand; the three gold bars were already in his grasp.

The black-robed figure froze and immediately reached into his chest, only to pull out three heavy wrenches... Shock appeared in his eyes once more.

When was this swapped?

Could it be...

Is the other person also a follower of the Path of the God of Thieves?

At this moment, the black-robed figure realized clearly that the other's strength was far above his own. Yet, he didn't seem to intend to beg for mercy. His stubborn, deep blue eyes stared fixedly at the theatrical figure, and while retreating cautiously, he searched for a way to escape.

No... not just escape; he had to get back those three gold bars!

A ruthless glint appeared in his eyes. He reached into the workshop behind him, and two barrels of gasoline appeared out of thin air.

Under his precise control, the two barrels of gasoline had their positions stolen five times in a single second, and the spilled gasoline traced paths across the workshop floor.

Immediately after, a lighter appeared in his hand. He didn't use it to ignite the gasoline directly, but instead lit his own black robe, which had been splashed with a small amount of fuel!

In an instant, his black robe turned into a robe of fire. He moved nimbly across the ground, and every time he passed a trail of gasoline, a wall of fire would ignite. These walls of fire not only obscured his figure but also surrounded Chen Ling, like some kind of simple, blinding formation.

"...Oh?"

This move truly exceeded Chen Ling's expectations.

When he looked down again, the three gold bars in his hand had vanished once more.

"Using a time delay to steal my gold bars, and then using the glare of the fire to prevent me from stealing them back, eh..." Chen Ling said faintly. "Not a bad idea..."

"Unfortunately... the gap between us is far greater than you imagine..."

The sleeve of the theatrical robe slowly lifted.

The next second, all the firelight rolled back into the gasoline. A figure that had already run dozens of meters away was pulled back, stumbling, and then pinched in mid-air by Chen Ling like a chick!

Under the hazy moonlight, a mixed-race youth struggled as he looked at Chen Ling, his deep blue eyes filled with horror!

Only then did Chen Ling unhurriedly finish his sentence:

"What do you think..."

"Li Laide?"