After the old man sat down, he rolled up his sleeve, revealing his terrifying right hand.
Only the thumb and index finger remained on his right hand; the other finger joints were long gone.
The old man looked at Lin Yifeng with a smile and asked Yang Biaozi beside him in a low voice.
"Biaozi, is this the boss you were talking about?"
Yang Biaozi nodded respectfully.
"Master, this is the boss we're looking for."
Buddha nodded slightly, carefully examined Lin Yifeng, and finally turned his attention to Meng Ran.
He glanced at Meng Ran a few times, and his expression immediately turned rather unpleasant.
Buddha looked at Lin Yifeng uncertainly, his gaze lingering between Lin Yifeng and Meng Ran, before finally sitting down in his chair and shaking his head with a wry smile.
"Good heavens."
"Young friend, you are truly remarkable, truly remarkable."
"I am so happy to see such an important person in my lifetime."
These words surprised Yang Biaozi.
However, Lin Yifeng remained calm in his chair, a playful smile on his face.
Rather, this old man is quite something.
In just a few minutes, they realized that Meng Ran was no ordinary person.
In this day and age, if Buddha had someone like Meng Ran protecting him, he could easily guess what kind of person would come looking for him.
Unfortunately, Buddha miscalculated. He probably didn't expect that Lin Yifeng was actually just a boss, not some big shot from "Kyoto".
Of course, Lin Yifeng was too lazy to explain this misunderstanding.
Rather than explaining, it's better to let him misunderstand as deeply as possible, so that this guy won't dare to play any tricks on him.
Lin Yifeng looked at the Buddha in front of him and asked softly.
"Grandpa, is there any way you can demonstrate your skills?"
The Buddha shook his head with a wry smile.
"I'm old, I'm too old for this."
"And look at my hand, I don't have much room to maneuver anymore."
As he spoke, the Buddha raised his hand, revealing his right hand, which was barely usable.
Yang Biaozi echoed his sentiments from the side.
"Buddha, you're exaggerating."
"Your prestige and skill."
"If it weren't for that incident a few years ago, no one could compare to you."
The Buddha pointed at Yang Biaozi and nodded.
"Wow."
"You're so sweet-talking."
"Who would have thought that a little kid like him would have such a successful career?"
When Yang Biaozi saw that Buddha was beating him up, he just smiled and scratched his head.
A few years ago, Yang Biaozi was not famous at all; he was just a minor local leader with some connections.
Yang Biaozi is now considered a well-known figure in the underworld.
However, now that Yang Biaozi has reformed, there are basically no people in the underworld who contact him anymore.
Just as the two were exchanging pleasantries, Buddha coughed softly twice.
"Although I am old and useless."
"But it can still move a little bit."
The Buddha rummaged in his pocket and placed a leather wallet on the table.
The moment the wallet appeared, the two henchmen who had led Buddha upstairs changed their expressions and began to carefully search their bodies.
"My wallet!"
"When did you take it?!"
One of the henchmen looked shocked, completely unaware that his wallet had been stolen.
Meanwhile, the Buddha calmly continued to search and placed another ring on the table.
Another henchman looked at the gold ring on the table, then at his hand, and exclaimed in equal shock.
"This is my ring."
As he spoke, he prepared to reach for it.
The Buddha then slapped the underling's hand hard with his right hand, scolding him as he did so.
"What's the rush!"
"Look how anxious you are."
"One day, someone steals your belt, and you probably won't even know it."
As he spoke, the Buddha, as if performing magic, pinched a belt between his right index finger and thumb and showed it to everyone.
The younger brother blushed, lifted his shirt, and sure enough, the Buddha had secretly taken his belt without anyone noticing.
This scene completely stunned Meng Ran and Yang Biaozi.
This was the first time they had ever seen a deity who could steal a person's belt.
However, Lin Yifeng was already used to this.
These days, even the pickpocketing community is divided into factions. The northern faction prefers to use razor blades, while the southern faction prefers to use tweezers. Both sides have their own unique methods for picking things up.
Of course, besides these, what's needed most are the various skills and techniques of pickpockets.
When you've honed your skills enough, not only will you be able to steal a belt, but you can also easily slip something into your clothes.
However, looking at the Buddha in front of him, Lin Yifeng was 100% certain that this guy was not only senior enough, but also had decades of experience in his craft.
Unlike the pickpockets you encounter on trains, someone like Master Fo basically maintains several gangs, committing crimes in various places, and is the kind who specializes in teaching apprentices.
But judging from the Buddha's demeanor, things are probably not that simple.
Sure enough, after a brief chat, Yang Biaozi explained what was going on with Buddha.
Buddha himself was one of the top big shots in Fujian Province. At the time when he was most active under his command was ten years ago, when he led at least thirty people in Fujian and Fujian.
This group of people does things in crowded places every day.
Yang Biaozi knew him because his things were stolen and he contacted others to get them back. At that time, Yang Biaozi was just a errand boy.
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