In Luoyang City, in the shade of an overpass, a dishevelled young man was curled up, staring blankly at his dirty hands, not knowing what he was thinking.

There were a lot of pedestrians coming and going for profit. Most of them just glanced at him quickly and didn't look at him again, and continued on their way.

A middle-aged woman who saw the miserable appearance of the young man threw a few coins in front of him, but found that she did not get the gratitude she had imagined. She muttered a few words of dissatisfaction about the young man's ungratefulness and turned away.

Perhaps it was the crisp sound of the coin hitting the ground that woke him up. The young man's eyes began to brighten. He looked up at the endless stream of people in front of him, seeming a little bit unable to believe it.

"This was? Ten years ago?"

"It's quite interesting. It turns out that the thing they discarded has this function. Hehe, I really want to let those idiots know and see their expressions."

The young man seemed a little careless. He was not too surprised at his rebirth. Instead, he laughed as if no one was around, which caused more eye rolls and shakes of heads from passers-by. They even quickened their pace, as if they were unwilling to stay with the young man for even a second longer.

After laughing wildly for several times, the young man gradually calmed down, his eyes became eerily calm, as if he had become a different person.

He quietly looked at the electronic clock on the opposite wall, the numbers of which kept jumping, and muttered softly in a voice that others could not hear, "18:29, that's still one hour and thirty-seven minutes."

The young man's mind was calculating rapidly. Suddenly, a hint of violence appeared in his calm eyes, and his tone was chillingly cold, "That thing should be a bug in Ji Le, otherwise it would not be possible to destroy his game rules.

It turns out that I am not strong enough and have no qualifications to reach that level. This time, I, Zhang Mu, want to see what kind of poor creature hiding behind the rules is. "

Zhang Mu's expression was somewhat ferocious at this moment, but he knew in his heart that he didn't have much time left and now was not the time to be angry.

Amid the surprised gazes of others, Zhang Mu suddenly stood up and looked around.

He was about 1.83 meters tall, unkempt, with a slightly haggard face. There were some scabby scars on his exposed arms and calves, and his appearance was quite decadent.

But he stood straight, and when his sharp and bright eyes flashed out, his whole temperament was completely new, and he seemed out of place among the numb crowd.

Powerful computing power and the most reliable plans were the capital for Zhang Mu to thrive as an ordinary person in the future.

In just a few minutes, a simple schedule was formed in Zhang Mu's mind after he had thought about it dozens of times.

Hot weapons will become scrap metal the moment the new era arrives, and cold weapons will be king at that time.

As for where to get cold weapons, he remembered the location of a very famous handmade knife shop in later generations, which was not far from his current location.

The first step of the plan is to get a weapon.

But let alone him now, even Zhang Mu in the future would not dare to deal with the crisis after the beginning of the end of the world with bare hands. The only things that can be used and obtained now are hand-made knives.

Nowadays, even a handmade knife that can only be used as an ornamental item is expensive, which makes many people reluctant to buy it.

Although the handmade knife shop that Zhang Mu knew was in a remote location due to poor management and its prices kept dropping, no matter how cheap it was, it still had costs.

How can he get the money? To put it bluntly, with his current outfit, he doesn't even have a good pocket.

That’s right!

Zhang Mu slapped his forehead and a weird smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Ten years ago, he was a thief who had just started out to make a living. To put it bluntly, he was an out-and-out pickpocket, and he was still thinking about how to make money quickly.

However, there are rules for thieves. They can only steal from corrupt officials, ruffians, and unscrupulous businessmen, but not from students, women, children, the elderly, the weak, the sick, or those who have a hard life.

But how could Zhang Mu have the chance to come into contact with those unkind rich people? He usually met small people from the lower class. Everyone has their own problems, so it was difficult to steal from them.

It was also because of this that the only thought that Zhang Mu had when he first started out as a disciple gradually faded away. So after his master passed away, Zhang Mu had no choice but to come out for a month, and he ended up in this state.

Zhang Mu leaned against the pillar, constantly scanning the crowds of people that kept pouring in from both ends of the overpass.

At this time, a bloated bald man slowly walked up from the other end of the overpass. He was wearing an oversized windbreaker that did not fit his body shape. Although the sun was not very bright, he was wearing a pair of sunglasses that exuded a tycoon vibe, and the gold necklace around his neck brought out his temperament to the fullest.

Got it, it’s him.

After a rebirth, my luck has also become very good. Although you can't judge a person by his appearance, I'm sorry. There are so many old people, weak women and children on the street, and you are the only one who looks wealthy. I have something urgent to borrow some money from you, and I will definitely pay you back when I have the chance.

Zhang Mu apologized to the bald fat man in his heart, then squeezed into the crowd and walked towards him with his head lowered.

When they found a beggar-like man with shabby clothes and an inexplicable smell, people nearby always subconsciously wanted to avoid him. But it happened to be the time after get off work, and the crowd was very crowded. They tried to push him out, but contrary to what they thought, the force was bounced back by the crowd, and Zhang Mu got closer to him, pushing him out.

Zhang Mu is like

He was innocently squeezed by the crowd and had no power to resist, but he secretly moved his body, getting closer and closer to his target.

Finally, getting close.

Zhang Mu quietly pushed outward, and the crowd responded immediately, pushing him towards the bald man like a spring.

"Who is it? Why are you pushing?"

"Yeah, the place isn't very big to begin with, and it's crowded."

Immediately, there were voices of dissatisfaction from the crowd. Zhang Mu approached the bald man like an innocent victim, and leaned his hands on the man's coat as if to resist the power from the crowd, but he didn't exert any strength at all. People in other directions didn't have so many scruples, and some of them directly bumped into the bald man.

Sure enough, the bald man frowned slightly, raised his right hand, and easily blocked a thin young man who pounced on him.

At the moment when the bald man raised his right arm and glanced to the right, Zhang Mu moved. His right hand slid into the inside of the large windbreaker as easily as a fish entering the sea. His fingertips gently touched the bottom of the inner pocket, and the wallet inside was pulled out. Then, with lightning speed, he lifted the bottom of the wallet upwards, pinched the top of the wallet with the tips of his index and middle fingers, and withdrew his hand.

Everything was done in a flash, without anyone noticing.

"I haven't done this kind of work for a long time. It's really hard."

Although it was already exaggerated, Zhang Mu murmured softly, still a little dissatisfied in his heart, and there was still a slight awkwardness in his movements. Although it was still himself, he was still not familiar with the body he had just returned to ten years ago.

Feeling the texture of the crocodile leather that was closely integrated with the pattern on his cuffs and the texture of the inner layer of leather, Zhang Mu continued to walk forward expressionlessly, but his heart was a little moved. His ten years of experience as a businessman allowed him to immediately recognize that this was the bulging skin from the belly of a first-class saltwater crocodile.

"Oh, this fat guy has something in his pocket! The fish he caught for the first time was actually this big. That should be enough. It also saves me from looking for the next target."

Zhang Mu contentedly followed the crowd and deliberately adjusted his direction, walking further and further away. When his figure completely disappeared on the overpass, the bald man slowly turned his head and looked in the direction where Zhang Mu was going, with an inexplicable smile on his face.

"It's actually the old thief's technique. If this kid's skills weren't a little bit immature, I really wouldn't have reacted. The last time I saw it was ten years ago. I thought it was lost."

"Fuck me, do I look like the scumbag in the Thieves' Gate? For the sake of your master, I'll lend you some money this time."

"But I'll remember you."

(End of this chapter)