Before long, the two thieves had stuffed a large number of artifacts into travel bags. The taller thief picked up the Yellow Crystal and excitedly said as he put it into a bag, "We've struck it rich this time. I'm going to become a tycoon."
"I told you, cut the crap. If you want to celebrate, wait until the money's in our hands."
The shorter thief cursed again. Soon, they had filled several travel bags. Looking at the artifacts left behind, their hearts filled with regret.
Once, countless artifacts had been right before me, yet I hadn't cherished them. If Heaven gave me another chance, I would definitely... find more helpers.
The taller thief suggested, "How about we put these in the car, then come back for another load?"
"No. Too dangerous. We leave now."
The shorter thief said. Then, carrying their travel bags, the two left the museum and drove toward Gotham City. They were very lucky; they encountered no obstacles along the way.
Gotham City was not only a paradise for villains, but also a hub for stolen goods. The two thieves sold the artifacts to one of Penguin's companies and successfully received a huge sum of money—so much money that they grinned until their eyes vanished.
"Everything was great except we got a fake. Otherwise, we could've made tens of thousands more dollars."
Holding the Yellow Crystal, the taller thief complained greedily. The shorter thief said, "Hurry up and throw that fake away. If the cops catch us, it'll become evidence."
"Wouldn't tossing it be a waste? It looks pretty real. Maybe we can scam someone out of a few thousand."
The taller thief shook his head. The shorter thief considered it and did not object.
Then, the two headed excitedly toward the station, their eyes filled