A Wave

After evening classes, Zhao Dong finally had some rare free time.

He opened one of the video sites he frequented, only to find the homepage filled with The Amazing Magic of Phantom Thief Deyu.

He did not click on any of them. He refreshed, refreshed again, then refreshed once more. It was still the Deyu series. He could not help sinking into thought.

Afterward, he clicked into one of the videos.

Music immediately began to play.

Several minutes later, he scrolled through the comments. Many people were suspicious, claiming that everyone in the square had been planted.

Zhao Dong looked at it dialectically. He could not rule out that possibility; the only issue was that there seemed to be rather too many plants.

But that was not what he was thinking about at the moment. Setting aside whether it was real or fake, being a phantom thief really did seem incredibly cool.

Though the performance had been brief, the entire city had been the stage, and everyone had been the audience.

And there had been the music, the lights, the shadows.

He had to admit, it had hit him right in the sweet spot.

Sure enough, phantom thieves went best with white suits. Oh, and hats too.

Meanwhile, at home, Zhao Xiaoxiang excitedly called Zhao Cheng and asked whether magic really existed in the world.

Zhao Cheng's response was simply: no, it was fake.

In a hidden temporary base, the four of them gathered.

At the center of the room, atop a table, the priceless Crown lay there casually.

During the later stages of this operation, their duties had been clearly divided. Guinevere was responsible for hacking the surveillance systems, controlling the BGM, lights, projections, and so on. Zenia was responsible for making the little props. She did