Dao Bu Er crept about on tiptoe, doing everything he could to avoid making the slightest sound, holding his breath and calming his mind.
Before long, he found his long saber. He gently tore off the Talisman Strip attached to it, and with a flash of light, drew it into his body.
A Natal Magic Treasure was the only thing that could be stored within one's body.
Then Dao Bu Er began packing.
He picked only the expensive things: Pills, High-grade Spirit Stones, Talismans, and other portable supplies.
But just then, a shout suddenly rang out from outside, making Dao Bu Er jolt from head to toe.
"There's a thief in the shop!"
That shout was more than merely louder than a mosquito's buzz—it was loud enough to scare a deaf man awake.
Sure enough, in the inner room beyond the window, Hu Fu abruptly sat bolt upright. He had been startled awake.
Damn it!
Without another word, Dao Bu Er charged for the front door, ready to flee.
With a clatter, he yanked the door open with all his strength. Yet instead of opening as expected, it was held fast by something.
Looking closely, he discovered that at some point, a lock had actually been hung on it!
Dao Bu Er's eyes instantly widened. Ten thousand grass-mud horses stampeded through his heart. What kind of utterly wicked bastard locked the front door?!
But he had no time to see which culprit was outside. A fierce wind swept in from behind as Hu Fu attacked with Sword Control, smashing through the window and nearly reaching the back of his head.
No crooked merchant who could do business in Sin City was an ordinary man. Being able to protect one's own establishment was a basic requirement.
At the same time, Hu