??145: Chapter 144: A Change Is Coming to Sunan
145: Chapter 144: A Change Is Coming to Sunan
Dong Linze was now in a state of extre urgency, wishing he could find that thief, pull out his tendons and strip his skin, “Damn it, there are so many valuable things in my house, why the hell would you choose to steal a worthless notebook of mine?
If there’s no hidden agenda here, I could twist my own head off and kick it around like a ball.
But who could have done this?”
It gave him a headache because of his personality, he had made many enemies.
Now, he didn’t know who it could be and didn’t dare to guess rashly.
If he guessed wrong and started a war without reason, it would only benefit the scher behind the scenes.
Who on earth was it?
Dong Linze grabbed his hair and shouted angrily.
anwhile, in the underground base of the Shura Alliance headquarters, an elderly little man with dyed hair had found Zhao Yan.
Without any nonsense, the old man got straight to the point.
“We’ve taken what you needed.
Now, it’s up to Mr.
Song to decide what to do next.”
“Don’t worry, Brother Song will definitely handle this well.
For now, those from the theft guild should lay low.
Dong Linze, knowing his things have been stolen, will certainly instruct his n to crack down on thieves.
You must hide well,” Zhao Yan said with a smile.
“And about the reward, we’ve also prepared it for you, a hundred thousand yuan.
It’s not much, but it’s not a trivial amount either—it’s just a token of appreciation.”
“Then I’ll thank you on behalf of the theft guild,” replied the old man, who frankly hadn’t expected to get paid for doing them a favor.
Though the hundred thousand wasn’t a lot, what mattered more was Song Yun’s attitude.
After swearing fealty to Song Yun, they had never seen him again, but this very night he suddenly called to have them steal a secret docunt.
And the owner of that docunt turned out to be the deputy chief of the Sunan City Police Departnt.
This task was truly thrilling; normally, they would be anxious for days after stealing from a rich person for fear of being discovered, and yet now they were to steal from the deputy chief of the police.
This was like a rat licking a cat’s fur—just looking for excitent.
But in the end, they succumbed to Song Yun’s coercion and temptation and set up the sche.
After it was done, the old man was nervous because although they seed to live a carefree life, if they crossed soone they shouldn’t, it would an certain death.
He feared that Song Yun would use them as pawns and then discard them, but seeing Song Yun’s current attitude, the old man visibly relaxed.
“Brother Song has ntioned he has troubled you several tis,” said Zhao Yan blandly, “and he also asked
to tell you that he doesn’t have a habit of abandoning friends.
You can be at ease.”
“That…
We certainly understand that Mr.
Song is a man of honor.
We in the theft guild can’t cower and be looked down upon.
I, the old man, will put it straight here today: whatever Brother Song needs, we will definitely do,” said the old man, clearly stating his position.
He cleverly indicated that they were directly serving Song Yun, and whatever happened to the Shura Alliance wasn’t their concern.
Zhao Yan couldn’t be fooled by such wordplay and, pushing up his glasses on the bridge of his nose, he smiled and said, “That is how it should be.
We all serve Brother Song, and I hope you continue to think this way.”
“Um, does Mr.
Song have any other instructions?” asked the old man.
“No more for now.
You can go.
I have so docunts to deal with,” Zhao Yan effectively dismissed them, and the old man, not wanting to overstay his welco, decisively led his Disciple out of the underground base.
In the car, the man complained, “We’ve done such a big job, and we’re just received by a lackey?
They’re really looking down on the theft guild.”
Hearing his Disciple speak such folly, the old man slapped him across the face and growled, “Don’t spew such foolishness in public again.
This slap is a lesson for you.
Do you know who we just t?
In Song Yun’s absence, he manages everything here.
He’s essentially Song Yun’s shadow.
You should be grateful he didn’t discard you, instead of grumbling about not receiving enough reward.”
“And in our conversation just now, I made our stance clear.
From now on, Song Yun won’t be too wary of us.
Rember, kid, if you want to thrive in this society, you must know what to say and what not to say.
There’s wisdom in the old saying that you can eat indiscriminately but you can’t speak indiscriminately.”
The man licked his chapped lips and said, “I understand, Master.
I’ll definitely learn more from you, and you must impart everything to , so that I don’t die not knowing what I said wrong.”
“Sigh, you’re just like a monkey, always climbing things,” the old man said with a smile, patting the man’s head.
“You are the most talented Disciple I have.
If I don’t pass on my skills to you, how could I face the ancestors of our guild?”
“No matter what happens in the future or how your heart wavers, rember this: cling to Song Yun’s coattails and never let go.
You don’t know how many cards he has up his sleeve or how much power he has.
Just based on the docunts we’ve stolen, big changes are coming to Sunan.”
“You can’t be serious, Master.
He’s such a high-ranking official; how can Song Yun have that much power?” the man asked in shock.
“Although I don’t know what asures he’ll take, one thing is for sure—Sunan is definitely going to change,” the old man said with a sigh.
“This is the difference between the working lower class, the intellectual middle class, and the upper class that makes others work for them.
We can’t fathom the thoughts of those above.
If we were that smart, we wouldn’t have ended up where we are.”
Golden Splendor shone from the glazed tiles, walls painted in vermilion stood solemnly, and the grand temples towered majestically, with the golden characters for ‘Inner Shaolin’ prominently inscribed on the door.
On this quiet night inside the Inner Shaolin great hall, where the lights were still bright, many monks stood behind a young novice.
The novice, sitting on a ditation cushion with an ancient Buddhist scripture before him, was as still as an ancient Buddha.
Unable to bear it any longer, the abbot of Inner Shaolin cautiously asked, “Little Master?
Little Master?”
The young novice closed the book with a smile, stood up, and brushed the dust off his kasaya.
Turning to the abbot, he brought his hands together in a respectful bow, “I wonder what matters have led the abbot and everyone to gather in the great hall so late at night?”
The novice was ruddy-cheeked and white-toothed, about twenty-one or twenty-two years old.
Despite his young age, no one in the monastery could disrespect him due to his senior status and his profound understanding of Buddhist Law.
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