"How did you make this time?"

A short and fat man sitting behind the table asked.

He knocked his legs crossed and was picking up a bite of yellow teeth with a toothpick.

"Not bad," a tall and thin man stood on the other side of the table, nodding and bowing: "Four or five old customers have continued to ask for goods."

"Where is the one who steals the game? Have you found it?"

The tall and thin man's face collapsed and he said bitterly: "Not yet...and...and I'm a little worried..."

The short and fat man stopped picking his teeth and narrowed his eyes: "What are you worried about?"

"We, we..." The tall and thin man looked worried: "We won't have anything to do, are we?"

"Tsk," the short fat man sneered: "What can we do? We make money from mid-to-high-end customers and acquaintances to promote, and only a few stolen things were accidentally circulated on the market."

"Even we can't find the one who steals things. How could the Bureau of Investigation recover from these things back to us?"

The short and fat man laughed proudly: "The person who can catch me..."

“——Not born yet.”

A gentle and smiling voice suddenly rang out in the darkness of the room, and naturally took his words: "Is it right?"

At that moment, the short and fat man's face changed.

He suddenly widened his eyes and stared at the place where the sound came out. His face turned pale with fear, and cold sweat oozed out from his forehead. His mouth was wide open, but he couldn't make a sound, as if he had seen a ghost.

A figure appeared quietly.

The dark hood casts a deep shadow, covering his facial features tightly, revealing only his pale, sharp chin and beautifully contoured thin lips.

There was a faint smile on the corner of his lips:

"Dwarf winter melon, do you still remember what I said?"

The dwarf winter melon was sweating all over her head and subconsciously retreated: "No, no, you...you are not..."

The other party ignored it and said lightly in a gentle and lazy tone:
Chapter completed!