Wei Zhi dropped his forehead deeply into his hand, even though Odd Zhuo had already told him that this Senior Zhang Zisteal had a dark history of stealing things.
But in modern cultivation society, if you didn't correct this habit, you would still be arrested and sent to prison … Furthermore, petty theft was considered the lowest level even in Songhai First Prison.
Even if Zhang Ziqin really went in, as an ancient powerhouse, he wouldn't have any face.
After all, it was impossible for him to be locked up with the Mahjong Trio who had committed a huge crime.
At the entrance of the cafe, Wei Zhi ordered two cups of iced latte, then patiently educated Zhang Zizai about the law in front of the cafe, criticizing and educating him.
"Senior, don't blame me for being long-winded. If you don't change your bad habit, there will be big problems in the future. "Wei Zhi said.
Zhang Zizi stirred the straw in his hand and sucked on the iced latte in his hand. It was his first time drinking coffee, and it felt great.
Most importantly, he suddenly felt that Wei Zhi was very cute.
It was rare to see such an interesting and patient junior like him.
Zhang Zipei's nature was not bad. Other than the fact that it was hard for him to change his habit of stealing things, he was not ambiguous when it came to admitting his mistakes.
Now he and Li Xian were living under someone else's roof, and the landlord was Wei Zhi.
Although Wei Zhi's age was very different from theirs.
But when three people walk together, there must be a teacher.
If they wanted to familiarize themselves with modern society, they still had to rely on Wei Zhi.
Therefore, in a sense, Wei Zhi was also the master of Zhang Zidan, Li Xian, and the others.
After listening to Wei Zhi's criticism, Zhang Zizai also finished the last cup of latte in his hand. Then he looked at Wei Zhi with shifty eyes. "Return the money and redeem yourself, okay?"
"Atone for my crimes?" Wei Zhi didn't understand.
"Where are the pickpockets?" Zhang Zian asked.
It was a crowded place where pickpockets could easily be found.
Wei Zhi's first thought was the subway station.
Actually, it was on the way.
It just so happened that the Spirit Beast Market that they were going to was a transfer from the bus to the subway.
If it weren't for the fact that they had to educate Zhang Zisteal, they would have already taken the subway.
"Senior, are you here to catch a thief?"
Wei Zhi suddenly laughed. He thought that Zhang Zizi's idea was good, but he didn't think it would be that easy. "Thieves nowadays are very smart. And it's not easy to grab the first one. "
"It's alright, I'll see what I can do. If I can catch 10 of them today, you can buy me another cup of this. What's this called? "
"Iced latte."
"En … iced latte. With this, it's enough. "
"Senior, if you can really catch ten of them, I'll buy you two cups." Wei Zhi suddenly found it interesting.
"Deal." Zhang Zizi nodded.
Then, the two of them got up and walked in the direction of the Line 8 subway station.
At the same time, the thieves lurking in the subway still had no idea what was going to happen next …
…
As the "Father of Che Guevara" during the ancient times, Zhang Zipei had long been labeled as the Godly Thief of the Ages.
However, this label was so old that it was unbearable to recall the past. Even Zhang Zipei could not recall it.
There is a line in the lyrics, "I have not been a big brother for many years."
As for Zhang Zitie, he had been trapped in the Shrouded Corpse Painting for so long and had experienced so many years … It seemed that he had lost the nickname of "Godly Thief".
At this moment, he had changed into modern clothes and stood in the crowd in the slim casual sweater that Wei Zhi had prepared for him.
No one could have imagined it.
This ordinary-looking uncle turned out to be the leader of the bandits …
"Can we really catch them?" Wei Zhi stood beside Zhang Zipei, feeling very curious.
This was because catching thieves had to be done smoothly without delaying their journey.
Ten pickpockets was not a lot, but it was not a small number either.
There were many pickpockets in the subway station, but most of them were very cautious.
If some people did not make a move, there was nothing you could do about them.
In fact, the moment they entered the subway station, Zhang Zipei's "Thief Head Radar" had already been activated.
Just by looking around, he had already locked onto a number of suspects. Hua Heng Academy
However, these thieves were scattered. Before he caught them in the act, Zhang Zipei could not directly attack them as a group.
However, he had another way.
"Do you see the man with the silver watch in front?" Zhang Zipei looked straight ahead and whispered in Wei Zhi's ear.
"Ah, you found him so quickly?" Wei Zhi could not believe it.
"Don't stare at him, or else it will make him suspicious." After Zhang Zipei finished speaking, Wei Zhi immediately looked elsewhere.
Although he had only glanced at them.
Wei Zhi really found it hard to believe that the man wearing the silver watch and looking like a white-collar elite was actually a pickpocket.
Pickpockets were good at disguising themselves.
In ancient times, there were many people who wore bright and beautiful Taoist robes, dressed up as celebrities in the cultivation world, made friends everywhere, and then waited for the opportunity to steal from other people's homes …
This old tradition was passed down by Zhang Zipei.
He did not expect it to be continued in the modern cultivation society.
As soon as he entered …
He saw these modern peers, oh no … pickpockets.
Zhang Zipei actually felt like he had returned home.
As a thief head, the behavior of these people was too child's play in Zhang Zipei's eyes.
"The number is enough." After using his thief head radar to analyze the scattered pickpockets in the subway station, Zhang Zipei had a good idea.
He felt that he could exceed the target.
About a few seconds later, he began to say very loudly to Wei Zhi, "Who would bring such a big bag of gold coins to the bank?"
As he spoke, he shook the box of coins that he had just taken from the bus. In fact, it was not gold coins, but Zhang Zipei said it casually.
"Hug … Apologize …" Wei Zhi looked at this sudden scene and was clearly stunned. Then, he quickly touched the back of his head. He almost couldn't react.
But he quickly understood Zhang Zipei's intention.
This was a "group mockery."
He deliberately said this sentence so that the nearby pickpockets who heard it would gather together.
As expected.
When Zhang Ziduo and Wei Zhi boarded the subway, the pickpockets that were targeted by Zhang Ziduo earlier also followed them.
Some were solo thieves, while others were gang thieves.
As soon as they entered the subway, Wei Zhi and Zhang Zipei were surrounded by the pickpockets.
This was to deceive people.
So that the thieves who reached over could not be noticed.
Zhang Zipei deliberately held his bag of coins in his hands.
One minute after the subway began to move normally, he felt several pairs of hands begin to move …
"Eight hands?"
Zhang Zipei couldn't help but laugh in his heart.
He felt that this was too child's play.
As a thief head.
In the past, he actually had another title.
It was called.
Thousand-hand Guanyin …
"Everyone, don't you think it's a bit too much to make a move on an old man with so many of you?" At this moment, in the silent subway, Zhang Zipei suddenly spoke.
Wei Zhi felt that doing this would alert the enemy.
But at this time, he saw Zhang Zipei put the bag of coins on the ground.
This bag of coins seemed to have an attractive force. The moment it landed, several thieves nearby fell at the same time …
Those thieves all let out a strange "ah" sound.
Then, they all fell to the ground along with the bag of coins …
They found that their hands were stuck to the bag of coins.
They couldn't pull it out …
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