On the other hand, he had confidence in himself. He could feel that he was talented and that even as a storyteller, he had the opportunity to forge his own path.

"After dinner, since we're just killing time anyway, we might as well go for a walk."

He changed his clothes and did some simple makeup. Now, even if Old Man Han were here, he would have to look closely to find the problem.

"I am no longer Han Feiyu, I am just an ordinary passerby, Zhang San."

He jumped, grabbed the wall, and with a powerful flip, he left the courtyard and appeared on a deserted street.

"Take a look, look! Candied hawthorn berries, delicious candied hawthorn berries, don't miss them when you pass by..."

"These are fresh, juicy pears, so delicious! Please come and have a taste, everyone..."

"Second floor of Hongyun Restaurant, please come in, esteemed guests..."

After walking for a while, more people appeared around him, and Han Feiyu could hear vendors calling out from all directions.

He likes lively, crowded environments.

He felt a sense of joy that made him feel no longer alone and that he would not be abandoned.

However, such a lively place is not only filled with laughter and joy, nor is it only frequented by honest business people.

For some people, a large crowd can also be a good cover.

"call……"

He saw a young man, slightly taller than himself, brush past another passerby.

The movement was swift; a hand pulled a small knife from the sleeve and swiped it across the man's money pouch.

His other hand caught it just in time and put the money bag into his pocket.

The whole process was skillful and smooth, completed with just a simple dodge, before the victim even noticed anything amiss.

The thief acted as if nothing had happened, blending into the crowd and skillfully hiding several times. If Han Feiyu hadn't been paying attention, he probably would have lost track of him.

"My money! Where did my money go? What kind of bastard did this? Come out here, come out here!"

At this point, the owner realized the problem due to the change in weight, but it was too late.

"In broad daylight, they just stole the money like that? This guy is really something else."

While feeling this way, Han Feiyu didn't intend to uphold justice at this time.

He simply continued walking as if nothing had happened, without losing track of the thief at all.

After getting away from the victim, the thief wandered around, heading towards a secluded area.

Han Feiyu was still behind, because the thief was in a hurry to leave and did not realize that someone was following him.

Until one intersection, which was relatively secluded and there were no other passersby.

Relying on his familiarity with the city's terrain, Han Feiyu took a different route to intercept the thief, turning the initial tracking into a face-to-face confrontation, gradually getting closer.

"That's fantastic! This weight is amazing! We've made a huge profit this time. We shouldn't have to worry about money for the next month."

He walked quickly with his head down until he brushed past Han Feiyu.

"Whoosh..."

He made his move.

Without a hint of murderous intent, without any prior preparation, a small knife suddenly stabbed out, twisting and slashing the thief's left neck.

Before the blood could even spurt out, the knife had already left the neck. Maintaining the same speed, it made two more cuts from the back, roughly in the area of ​​the heart and spleen.

"Thump..."

This meeting ended with the thief collapsing to the ground, bleeding profusely, his body convulsing.