Wang Scabby had nothing to fear. It had rained that morning, so any footprints, scents, and the like had long been washed away.
As a small-time crook who had spent years stealing chickens and dogs, he knew the old saying well: "Steal in wind, not moonlight; steal in rain, not snow."
When stealing in windy weather, any noise could be mistaken for the wind. Stealing under a bright moon, with the moon hanging overhead, was hardly any safer than doing it in broad daylight, making it rather risky.
The same went for stealing in rain rather than snow. In the rain, even police dogs could not pick up the scent, while snow left behind footprints that were a huge headache.
Wang Scabby insisted that he had not stolen the motorcycle and even shouted that he would call the police. Wang Haifeng and Xu Leigang found themselves in a bind, so they discussed whether they should take the bastard back to Luohua Manor.
At that moment, a local friend reminded them, "If you take him away, be careful. The villagers might secretly call the police."
Though no one here dared provoke Master Feng or Crow King, it was still inappropriate for them to brazenly seize someone from the village.
So Wang Haifeng called Feng Jun to ask for instructions. "Master... what should we do?"
The village was seven or eight kilometers from the manor, and Feng Jun arrived quickly. Wang Scabby still stubbornly refused to confess.
By the time he arrived, more than three hundred villagers had gathered around to watch. Wang Scabby was lying on the ground, cursing incoherently.
He repeatedly insisted that the witnesses were all fake. "Even if I stole the motorcycle, I was wearing a raincoat. Who can be sure it was me under that raincoat?"
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