Chapter Fifty-two: Theft

  Zhang Yi, hiding in a dark corner, heard the conversation between the two clearly, and what moved his heart was the "Yin family" mentioned by them.

  "Those four guys who attacked me and Hu Zi, the token on their bodies had the word 'Yin' engraved on it, which should be their ID. They must be from the Yin family. No wonder they wanted to capture us, even trying to kill us when we didn't cooperate. It turns out that the Yin family was robbed of 100 Spirit Gathering Pills and two Rebirth Pills, and they mistook me and Hu Zi for the thieves."

  Zhang Yi was speechless.

  Attacked for no reason, a massacre was carried out for no reason.

  I see!

  The two of them were scapegoats for others!

  Zhang Yi felt a surge of anger in his heart. If he wasn't afraid that Old Hua would find out that he hadn't been training in the Jing She with those eight blonde-haired, blue-eyed foreign girls, if he hadn't heard that there was a ban on killing and fighting in the black market, if he didn't think he could defeat these two guys, he really wanted to rush over and give them a good beating.

  So as not to be discovered by the two of them!

  He quietly gathered his breath and hid in the dark corner, waiting for the two to leave. He was also prepared, with four thin needles clutched in his fist. As soon as they discovered him, he would use the silver needles to launch a sneak attack before immediately fleeing.

  Five or six minutes later.

  Xing Litou left from the dark corner and walked out of the courtyard gate of Dahanyuan.

  Not long after, he walked in from outside with two seductive women in his arms. Behind him, two more women swayed their slender waists and stepped in with lotus steps, walking in leisurely.

  "I'm telling you, bro, those two gorgeous women in the back are yours."

  Xing Litou smiled and said to Yang Hong who walked out of the dark corner.

  Yang Hong licked his lower lip and chuckled: "These beauties are all pretty good, if they serve me well, I'll reward them heavily."

  As the two men and four women entered the house, the door closed from the inside. Zhang Yi quietly walked out of the dark corner, his eyes revealing a chill, muttering under his breath:

  "You two scoundrels. Since you've made me and Hu Zi take the fall for you, I'll accept those things you stole, but how can we quietly get our hands on that hundred Spirit Gathering Stones and two Rebirth Pills?"

  His eyes were filled with a thoughtful expression.

  In a moment!

  The corners of his mouth curved into a gentle arc, and his agile figure vaulted over the wall, quietly rushing towards the distant Xiangxiang Pavilion.

  The streets of the black market, although few people are seen, every household and shop is open.

  In those scattered stalls, there were also ancient martial artists sitting cross-legged, some with their eyes closed in meditation, others flipping through books. There was even an old man with a head full of white hair, wearing headphones and holding a tablet computer to watch the movies he had downloaded.

  Zhang Yi strolled along the street, his eyes wandering over shop after shop and stall after stall.

  He finally came before the old man who was wearing headphones, a floral vest, large pants and two pairs of glittering gold earrings.

  The old man noticed someone approaching and looked up at Zhang Yi standing in front of his stall, paused the movie and asked with a hint of a smile: "What does the young man need?"

  Zhang Yi asked in a low voice: "Is there an anesthetic? At the very least, even if it's a high-level master of the Innate High Realm, they will be dizzy from the anesthetic."

  "Haha, young man, you've found the right person! There aren't many people selling strong anesthetics on the black market, and as it happens, I have some here." The old man said with a smile.

  "How much does it sell for?"

  The old man stretched out five fingers and said: "Fifty million per tube, no bargaining."

  500,000?

  Zhang Yi's eyes widened in an instant, and a look of shock flowed out from his eyes.

  Is this old guy robbing us?

  One vial of anesthetic costs 500,000. I need to use it in two operating rooms, so that's two vials, which would be a total of 1 million.

  Zhang Yi swallowed hard and hesitated in his heart.

  The old man noticed Zhang Yi's hesitation and hummed discontentedly: "Little guy, have you ever heard of the phrase 'value for value'? This super-strong knockout drug is a must-have for elites in various industries, including Liang Shang Junzi, killers, and flower pickers."

  Zhang Yi looked at the old man with a strange gaze, and he had already made up his mind:

  "Do you accept credit cards?"

  The old man made an "OK" gesture, quickly pulled out a POS machine, and smiled slightly:

  "It was a pleasure working with you."

  Zhang Yi's card only had a little over a million, and now that he'd spent a million, he didn't have much money left. Enduring the pain, after swiping his card to pay, he took the two syringes handed over by the old man and asked:

  "How to use?"

  "Have you seen the white mist in the syringe? It's just like a doctor giving a patient an injection, so simple."

  "Thank you!"

  Zhang Yi didn't linger any longer, he hadn't expected the two anesthetic tubes to be so expensive, it had cost him a million, his pockets were empty, and he felt that there was no need for him to continue wandering around.

  Returning to the backyard of Xiangxiang Pavilion, Zhang Yi listened to the two rooms in the refined house, and the sound of the thrilling cry came out. A bitter smile flashed across his handsome face.

  "Put your luggage in the corner and come back for it when your plan is successful."

  Zhang Yi took off his backpack and stuffed it into the corner of the flower bushes, holding two anesthetic tubes, and quietly came to the neighboring courtyard.

  "Is it over so soon?"

  Listening to the male and female voices laughing in the house, Zhang Yi's eyes showed a strange expression. He went to buy anesthetic and returned here, adding up to about 20 minutes. In the room of Hua Lao Tou next door, the chain reaction caused by exercise had not ended with the woman's screams, but the battle between those two guys was already over?

  They...

  They're actually worse than Lao Tzu?

  Silently arriving at the left window, through the gap in the curtains, Zhang Yi saw a man and two women lying naked on the big bed inside.

  "Take action first."

  Zhang Yi let out a cold laugh and took out a syringe, the thin needle passing through the window gap to quickly inject the anesthetic inside.

  Then he used the same method to inject the anesthetic from another syringe into the room on the right. Then he quietly hid in the dark corner outside the house.

  Not far from this pavilion, in a two-story loft, the hundred-flower granny stood at the back window of the second floor, smiling but not quite smiling, watching Zhang Yi's every move in the courtyard.

  Behind her, two middle-aged beauties looked strange.

  "Ma'am, why didn't you stop him? This kid obviously hasn't thought it through." a middle-aged beautiful woman asked.

  "Ah, if it were anyone else, I'd have them crippled and fed to my Tibetan mastiffs in the garden. But he's a guest of that old man, and I'm sure they're not just acquaintances. Even if we didn't have some history with that old man, I wouldn't dare touch him. What if he loses his temper? He could easily raze our Pavilion of Flowing Fragrance to the ground."

  Two middle-aged beauties nodded thoughtfully, one of whom asked: "Then we'll just watch him. On our turf..."

  "Look!"

  The hundred flowers aunt waved her hand to interrupt the other's words and said lightly.

  "Yes!"

  Two middle-aged beautiful women nodded immediately.

  Zhang Yi, hiding in the dark corner, waited quietly for about ten minutes, and when he could no longer hear any sound coming from either of the two rooms, he tiptoed to the door of the house, pushed it open, and first entered the room on the left.

  His gaze swept over the three people on the bed, then fell on a black travel bag at the head of the bed. He picked it up without hesitation and rushed out the door.

  First time stealing!

  First time using anesthetic!

  Zhang Yi's heart was filled with tension, fearing that the anesthetic effect of the drug would be too poor, causing the people in the room to wake up.

  He came out of the room and opened a black travel bag with his hands. After rummaging for a moment, he pulled out a brocade pouch and a porcelain bottle.

  "These Spirit Stones, there are almost fifty of them, right?"

  Zhang Yi's face lit up with a brilliant smile, he re-tied the brocade pouch and put it along with the porcelain bottle into his pocket, even the two stacks of 100-yuan bills were picked up by him, then he put the black travel bag back to its original place.

  After doing all this, Zhang Yi came to the room on the right side.

  The saying goes: The first time is awkward, the second time is familiar.

  With the experience just now, he found another young man's travel bag, opened it and turned out a brocade bag with Ling stone, as well as the small porcelain bottle and three bundles of 100 yuan cash, put them in his pocket, put the black travel bag back to its original place, and walked quietly towards the outside.

  Smoothly returned to the flower cluster where he hid his travel bag, took it out and stuffed two brocade bags and two porcelain bottles into it, then quietly slipped into his own pavilion.

  The eight blonde-haired and blue-eyed foreign girls in the room, although they were shouting, looked listless one by one. When they saw Zhang Yi return, their eyes suddenly lit up one by one.

  "Hey handsome, how many pills did that old man next door take? Why are they still yelling over there?" asked a blonde-haired, blue-eyed foreign girl in broken Chinese.

  Zhang Yi let out a bitter laugh, opened his travel bag, pulled out four stacks of 100-yuan bills, and tossed them in front of the eight women on the bed. He said, "This is a reward for you all. You don't need to call me anymore. But what happened between us, you must not reveal it to anyone, especially that old man. In front of others, you must show affection."

  Four hundred yuan in large denomination bills, roughly forty thousand. Divided equally among eight blonde-haired blue-eyed women, each would get five thousand.

  But!

  Five thousand yuan is almost enough for them to entertain clients twice.

  Moreover, Zhang Yi didn't even let them serve him, yet they still got paid for this trip, and now they have an extra 5,000 yuan, which made them feel more grateful towards Zhang Yi.

  The old man in the neighboring room, who was busy with his work, heard the women's voices stop coming from Zhang Yi's room. He rolled his eyes and muttered to himself: "Useless kid, it's only been that long? He surrendered so quickly? It seems I still have time to teach him a few more tricks... otherwise, he'll be looked down upon by those beautiful women..."

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