Chapter 538: Going out without checking the almanac...
Not far from the crowd queuing at Su Chen's dining car.
A man was standing on the street corner, his eyes fixed on the bustling crowd in front of the food truck.
His nickname in the martial arts world is the God of Swords, which he earned through his real ability.
Once upon a time, he used only a blade as thin as a cicada's wing to travel to several places in just one day, slashed open the backpacks of ten passers-by without anyone noticing, and took away all their valuables.
The Sword God was extremely satisfied with his nickname.
As a fan of martial arts novels, every time I steal with blades flying between my fingertips, I always feel that I am just one of those chivalrous men in the novels who come and go like the wind and never get hurt.
At this moment, a cold light flashed between his fingers, and the delicate blade swam nimbly between his five fingers like a fish, and finally disappeared quietly between his fingers, as if it had never appeared.
He took out his phone and contacted his three new apprentices.
"Flower and bird market, come quickly, it's easy to take advantage of people who are stupid and have a lot of money."
After saying this, Dao Shen hung up the phone decisively.
His gaze swept over the crowd in front of him again, passing over everyone's pockets and backpacks one by one, and his mind had already begun to simulate how he would attack next.
He pondered over which person would be the most suitable to attack, and at what angle and timing to strike with the knife in order to ensure that there would be no risk of failure.
To be honest, nowadays the Sword God rarely does this kind of thing personally.
He found that by selling courses and taking in apprentices, he could easily make much more money than before.
Teaching your so-called skills and letting those who are eager to make money quickly pay to learn from you is much more profitable than taking risks yourself.
Of course, the reason why he decided to take action this time was because he saw the crowd around the food truck and it was really hard to suppress his inner professional instinct. He also wanted to set an example for his new apprentices.
However, this place is quite close to the police station. If someone accidentally finds us, the police will probably come quickly.
Not long after, a shabby little electric scooter came to a stop next to the Sword God with a humming sound.
One squats in the front, one sits in the back, and one rides in the middle.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Dao Shen would never have believed that such a small electric scooter could actually carry the weight of three adults.
The senior apprentice on the electric bike complained as soon as he got off the bike, and couldn't help but mutter, "Master, why didn't you tell me about checking helmets at the two intersections ahead of you?"
"Because I took a taxi."
These words went around in the Sword God's mind for a while, but he finally swallowed them back.
He is not the kind of master who cares about his apprentice's life.
Even when he saw his three disciples covered in dust and looking like they were living a miserable life, the Sword God remained calm, as if everything before him had nothing to do with him.
"Stop talking so much nonsense! I brought you here today to learn skills, not to listen to you complain to me."
The Sword God scolded impatiently, "You guys just come closer and watch what I do."
"But there are so many people here, what should we do if we can't see clearly? Why don't you record a video and send it to us to watch over and over again?"
The second apprentice scratched his head and made a suggestion that he thought was quite reasonable.
The Sword God glanced at him coldly, as if he was looking at a husky.
If he hadn't considered that the other party had paid the apprenticeship fee, he would have kicked him right now.
The Sword God didn't bother to pay attention to this, snorted coldly, and walked straight towards the queue.
Seeing that the Sword God ignored him, the second disciple immediately showed an indignant expression on his face, and muttered softly: "What kind of person is this! Master, he took the money and didn't care at all."
"I gave the anchor a few dollars, and he said thank you, big brother!"
The third disciple shrugged, glanced at the second disciple, and said, "He doesn't allow it, can't you record it secretly? You don't even understand such a simple principle."
"That's true. How can you possibly understand it just by looking?"
When the second disciple heard this, he immediately felt that what the third disciple said made sense, so while the Sword God was not paying attention, he carefully took out his mobile phone, hid behind the third disciple, and turned on the recording function like a thief, for fear of being discovered by the Sword God.
Here, the Sword God has locked onto his target and is walking towards a girl with a bag on her back.
The girl's backpack was shiny and looked like an authentic product from a big brand. It must have been expensive.
In Dao Shen's opinion, the quality of this kind of genuine backpack is sometimes not as good as those made in certain industries. Not only are they not washable, but they are also not resistant to knife cuts.
On the contrary, the materials used in those so-called high-end imitation backpacks were surprisingly good, and he had had similar experiences before.
In the team, Lao Meng was yawning while holding Teddy, and was still thinking about how to get his son to dye his hair yellow again.
Should I eat first and then beat him?
Or beat him again after beating him?
Just then, Lao Meng caught a glimpse of a sneaky figure out of the corner of his eye.
As a veteran police officer who has been in the police force for ten years, he has dealt with countless pickpockets over the years and witnessed all kinds of scenes.
Dealing with this type of people for a long time has enabled him to develop an ability similar to intuition or sixth sense.
A single glance and his intuitive radar would immediately begin beeping.
At this moment, Lao Meng's originally somewhat scattered attention became instinctively highly focused.
He did not look directly at the man, but observed him secretly out of the corner of his eye, pretending to be indifferent.
Soon, he became alert and noticed a slight silver light reflected from between the other person's fingers.
Apparently, his radar was still working.
Good man, how dare you do such a sneaky thing right under my nose?
Old Meng sneered in his heart, but remained calm on the surface.
He turned slightly sideways, pretending to straighten his clothes, and quietly made a few gestures to his colleagues in front and behind him.
The police officers who were off duty and a little lazy instantly became alert after seeing the gesture made by Lao Meng.
They quietly left the team and slowly dispersed around, forming a siege from different directions without appearing too abrupt.
On the other hand, the Sword God was extremely cautious and did not act rashly at the first moment.
Pretending to be an ordinary customer queuing up to buy something, he walked around the crowd twice as if nothing had happened, observing the surrounding situation while looking for the best opportunity to commit the crime.
After confirming that there was nothing unusual, he slowly stood behind the girl with the backpack.
By blocking his body, he made it difficult for others to notice his small movements.
His fingers gripped the blade.
Just as he was about to make a move and prepare to attack, he suddenly felt two pairs of strong hands falling on his left and right arms like iron clamps.
Before the Sword God had time to feel frightened, he was immediately hit by a huge force, and his arm was involuntarily twisted behind his back, causing severe pain in his joints.
"Ah, it hurts, it hurts, it's going to break!"
The Sword God howled miserably, tears streaming down his face from the pain.
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(End of this chapter)
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