The person who had acted moved with clean, swift precision.
There should not have been any flaws left behind, yet traces had been left here now.
Could that thief have been injured?
At this thought, Fang Yue could not help thinking of the wanted Chen Chengan.
Since Chen Chengan had fled into the surrounding area, he might very well have appeared in Daliushu Village.
"Could it be Chen Chengan?"
Fang Yue glanced at the faint trace, then looked in the direction the other party had left and could not help thinking.
Forget it. Whoever he was, it did not matter.
Since he had stolen rather than robbed, it showed that he had not yet reached the point of treating human lives like grass.
Then, so long as the other party did not "cross the line," Fang Yue would naturally leave him alone.
As for reporting it to the Yamen—were they supposed to report it just because tenant farmers had lost two chickens?
Not to mention whether the Yamen would pay attention to him, if people came and found nothing in the end, would that not just bring trouble upon himself?
"Young Master, did you find something? That damned chicken thief is truly hateful."
Fang Atong saw Fang Yue standing beside the chicken coop, doing nothing but standing there.
After waiting for a while, his heart grew too anxious, and he could not help asking.
Yet the moment the words left his mouth, he regretted them. How could he speak to a Xiucai lord like that? The young master had not questioned him, yet he had questioned the young master first. Was that not improper?
But Fang Yue did not mind, or rather, he had not noticed at all.
He replied, "That person was not from our village. He should have