A moment later, Qin He emerged from Hu Fu's shop in a brand-new set of clothes, then ducked into a bathhouse and scrubbed himself clean with vigor. Finally, he entered a tavern and ate a hearty meal.
After all that spending, he still had more than two thousand spirit stones left.
In this world, nothing made money faster than robbery. More than half his savings had come from Fugitives of Sin.
He had killed eight or nine of them, and each had possessed some savings.
Returning to his lodgings, Qin He looked at the messy footprints around the place and the pried-open lock.
He immediately knew thieves had paid him a visit.
Sin City had every sort of lowlife under the sun, and thieves were especially plentiful.
When people went out of the city on night patrol, they might be gone for one night at the least, several days at the most. Quite a few never returned at all.
Whenever the city gates closed, whoever moved fastest could steal the most.
A few days ago, the city had even seen a not-too-big, not-too-small incident over theft.
It had begun when a Night Watchman's residence was burglarized. For some reason, the thief had taken a perverse delight in it; finding nothing to steal, he had taken a dump in the Night Watchman's home to vent his frustration.
When the Night Watchman returned and saw it, his lungs nearly burst with rage. He used some means to find the thief, then shoved him straight into a cesspit and drowned him.
The thieves refused to accept defeat and joined forces to seek revenge.
In the end, more than a dozen of them were killed in return, beneath broad daylight and before countless watching eyes.
Later, that Night Watchman was arrested by the City