The young man smiled and touched his pocket, took out four wallets and said, "Hehe, I'll go drink together tonight." After that, he took out his pockets and found that he had no wallet and was stunned.

The bald man patted the young man on the shoulder and said, "Yes, you are the ones who are the most capable of our thieves. It's only been a few hours now, and you have made so many wallets. I will discuss the commission for you this month. You kid must remember to invite me to drink at that time."

"No, there are only four wallets. Originally, I had five wallets and the one I stole just now, there were six in total. How could there be only four now?" The young man touched his pocket and said blankly.

"Lao Liu, you remember it wrong. There are only four wallets here. Don't tell me that the wallet you stole was stolen by someone else, hahaha." The bald man thought Lao Liu was joking about him and said disapprovingly. "Lao Liu, don't make me laugh. Your technique is almost as good as me. How could someone stole it?"

"Really, I really stole six wallets. You have to believe me, Brother Bo."

The head brother looked at Lao Liu's expression that was so anxious that he was about to cry, and he became serious and said, "You are checking if the other two wallets are placed elsewhere."

"No, I just searched all over my body but couldn't find it. Fuck, it's not that big Kaizi, too, is it a thief?" Lao Liu said in shock. He was originally a thief. If other thieves stole his own money, it would be embarrassing.

"You are so fucking waste. You can't even bear with your own money. What should you do if you are responsible for a piece of land in the future? Go out with me and find that man." The head brother said coldly.

The group of three walked out of the alley. As soon as they came out, they saw Song Yun hugging him left and right and felt uncomfortable. Lao Liu swallowed and pointed at Song Yun and said, "Brother Boy is that boy. I finally stole the wallet from him, but in the end I realized that I didn't succeed."

"Hmph, I'll teach you how to be good, let you see your skills, stay here and don't move, I'll avenge you." The head brother said, "As a small leader of the thief, the head brother's skills are definitely extremely high, so he spared a few alleys and walked to the front of Song Yun, and then pretended that a passerby accidentally bumped into Song Yun, and ran into him.

"Hehe, my buddy is so lucky, I'm sorry to hit you." The head brother said as he helped Song Yun pat the dust on his body.

"Okay, I didn't play with your methods hundreds of years ago. Are you looking for these things again?" Song Yun stretched out his hand, holding four or five wallets in his hand, one of which was his own, the other was that Lao Liu stole someone else's, and the rest were the top brother's harvest.

The head brother was shocked and reached into his arms. His pocket was empty. According to their rules, after they took the wallet, they would immediately take out the money from the wallet and throw it away. Of course, if there is a particularly good wallet, a relatively lv bag, or other brand-name bags, they would also stay and give it to others.

These wallets were of the better quality among the wallets he touched today. He really couldn't bear to throw them away, so he put them in his pocket to take them back.

Unexpectedly, after meeting this boy, he left the thief and did not take out his things. Instead, he took away his belongings that he had worked hard for most of the day.

The eagle was pecked at the eye. If this matter was spread, he would become a laughing stock in the circle like Lao Liu.

"Damn it," the head brother was furious. When he was about to swing his fist and hit Song Yun, he suddenly thought of something. He looked at him vigilantly, bowed and said, "Is this brother from the territory of the Thieves' Sect? If it is his own brother, I will admit defeat. The flood will rush the Dragon King Temple and beat the people of his own."

In fact, when the bald man said this, he was already a little guilty. He was all ranked among the top figures in the thief, but he was touched by someone here. Naturally, this person is an older man of a better generation among the thief.

"Haha, the thief sect, the old Jiumen is divided into three upper gates, the three flat gates and the three lower gates. I didn't expect that there will be the old Jiumen today." Song Yun said with a smile.

"Who are you? Why do you know our Lao Jiumen so well? Which one are you from?" The bald man looked at Song Yun vigilantly and said.

In ancient times, Lao Jiumen was a military master, an actor, a thief, fortune telling, etc., and there was also a poem that had been passed down for thousands of years.

The officials of the three sects were appointed, and the military actors were accused of the immortals, just like the smoke last month.

The three gates of Ping San are called thieves, and the prodigal son of Yama smiles at Buddha, just like wine in a glass.

Then, after three businessmen, the beauty can make a chess and chess, just like a romantic man under a flower.

Their own thief belongs to the Ping Sanmen. After years of washing and the arrival of a new era, many of the predecessors of the thief have entered, leaving only a few pillars. The thief now is no longer the glorious years of the past.

"Don't be nervous, I'm not the one in your Lao Jiu Gate. Haha, tell me how many of the nine gates are left today?" Song Yun raised his eyebrows and said. Unexpectedly, he just came around and met the people in the Lao Jiu Gate. If they tied them to their own chariot, they would be like a tiger with wings.

"I'll go, your mother." The bald man didn't answer Song Yun's words, cursed and turned around and ran away, but could he possibly run past Song Yun? The answer was impossible. As soon as he ran out, Song Yun grabbed his collarbone.

The bald headache was trembling all over. Unexpectedly, I encountered a nail today. Not only did I not get any benefits, but I was also taken away.

"Tell me, how many doors are left now? If what you say is as my wish, all these wallets belong to you." Song Yun threw the wallet in his hand under the bald feet and said.

The bald man was also stubborn and said with his head held high, "Since you know our old ninth sect, you must know that our power is not something you can afford. If you let me go, I can think of it as nothing."

"I'll go, your mother." Song Yun kicked the bald head in the stomach, kicked him away for four or five meters, and in order not to attract attention, he pulled him into an alley and said viciously, "If you don't explain today, you can't even leave."

At this time, the bald man realized that he was not only a hard nail, but also a hot potato. If he told the story of Lao Jiumen, he would definitely be a family law to serve him when he went back. If he didn't tell him, he would probably be half-dead by the little guy in front of him. It would be a problem if he said it or not.

Just as the bald man was about to tell him everything and ask for the grandfather to surround him, a swearing voice came from the other side of the alley.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!