The thunderous symphony ringing around their ears was some kind of area-wide disruption skill.
It was not just Warfarin. Silence heard it too, and with her sensitive ears, her reaction was even stronger than Warfarin's.
At the shrine's offering box below.
Si Jiu violently pried open the wooden offering box, scattering blue Lungmen Dollars across the ground. Without bothering to count the exact amount, the two panicked little thieves scrambled to scoop the money into black travel bags. He and Mr. R each slung one over their shoulders and fled down the mountain with the bulging bags.
"Was that really so easy?"
"What, did you think this was a movie? What's wrong with keeping it easy?"
They had originally planned to blast open the prison gates with Originium Arts, but in the end, they had shamefully snuck out hidden inside a food cart. They now reeked of slop, and their top priority was to change clothes before quietly leaving Lungmen.
Where should they go?
They still had differing opinions on that.
Mr. R wanted to go stay with relatives in Victoria, while Si Bai wanted to become a war correspondent and travel to Ursus.
He weighed the travel bag in his hand. It was heavy, containing roughly seven hundred thousand Lungmen Dollars. Together, they had 1.4 million—enough to live on for a while.
Once they got away from that damned shrine, they would carefully tally up the money.
As for the few loose bills they had dropped in their panic, they did not dare stop to pick them up.
They could not be too greedy.
Hoshino listened closely, sensing the bioelectric currents surging through the two thieves' bodies. Only after they had left did she withdraw her power.
Warfarin stood up while rubbing her ears and looked confusedly toward the