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"": "Time slipped slowly by. The night deepened, and the full moon overhead shone ever more brightly.
A faint light glimmered before Luo Bin's eyes.
His state of mind was gradually becoming more complete.
Zhang Ze watched the crack in the door intently, afraid of missing anything.
At the darkest hour of the night, around midnight.
An old van stopped outside the courtyard opposite, leaving the gate partly unobstructed.
Two furtive figures climbed out.
Zhang Ze covered his mouth, his eyes wide.
The two were picking the lock.
The van's door remained open.
In this world, theft, fraud, and abduction had never been rare. Even in bustling city districts covered by surveillance cameras and guarded by security personnel, thieves still slipped through doors and picked locks, sometimes escaping capture altogether.
What chance did this obviously underdeveloped neighborhood have?
Before long, the lock opened, and the two men ducked into the courtyard.
"Uncle Tang... should we call the police? There are thieves!" Zhang Ze could no longer hold back and squeezed out the words.
"What are we waiting for?" Luo Bin asked in return.
Zhang Ze froze, swallowed, and said nothing more.
Time continued to creep by.
Clearly, this was taking rather too long for a burglary.
Luo Bin brought his hands together, lightly tapping his fingers.
By roughly halfway through the hour of the Ox, the two thieves still had not emerged.
Only then did someone come staggering into view at the far end of the street.
His head was bald, his cheeks flushed, and he reeked of alcohol. He carried two bags.
"Liu Wen-Zhu's back... oh no, they haven't finished stealing. They won't get away..." Zhang Ze's little face was tense.
Luo Bin raised a finger to his lips and shushed him.
Zhang Ze clamped