At the entrance to the exhibition hall stood two security guards, one tall and thin, the other slightly plump. Both wore navy-blue uniforms and looked utterly ordinary, even a little lazy.
The tall, thin one leaned against a gatepost with both hands in his pockets, looking up at the sky from time to time.
The plump one held a thermos. After taking a few sips, he would rub his hands together.
But Lu Dashan had watched them for two days and had long since figured out their secrets.
Whenever the tall one leaned against the post, his toes always pointed toward the exhibition hall entrance. His ears twitched from time to time, meaning he could hear any unusual sounds within a certain range.
The plump one seemed careless, but whenever someone with a vicious-looking face approached the exhibition hall, his hand would instinctively reach behind his waist... where a dark metal baton was hidden.
Lu Dashan pressed his cigarette butt against the tree trunk, snuffed it out, and tossed it into the trash can.
Over the past two days, he had figured out that one-on-one, he could beat either guard at the entrance.
But if they joined forces, he had no confidence.
Not to mention that there were guards patrolling inside the exhibition hall, some of them even more formidable than the two at the entrance.
Yesterday, he had seen a patrolling guard lift a gigantic iron frame that had fallen to the ground with his bare hands. He had used no supernatural ability, relying solely on brute strength.
If he forced his way in through the main entrance and tried to seize the exhibits, his chances of success would be almost zero. At that thought, he could not help but furrow his brows.
"Ring ring..."
The cellphone in his