After the house was confiscated, I relied on billions of dollars in supplies to become a group favor

The little thief held the faint candle and looked around in the spacious room. Since he had been doing some bad things at night all year round, the little thief had quite good night vision, even if Even in the groggy room, I could roughly see the outlines and positions of various things clearly.

Although this west wing is the most spacious room in the house, when it is placed with a spacious bed and several tables, chairs and wooden cabinets, it also looks a bit crowded. You can turn around in a few steps. There really wasn't room for too many other things in the room.

The little thief wandered around carefully for several times, but no matter how he searched, he still couldn't find the big wooden box his employer mentioned. He couldn't help but feel puzzled, muttering silently in his heart: Where is it? I won't be tricked, right?
But the salary given by Mu Zhengbai was also real money and could not be faked, so it should not be possible for him to be tricked here without any reason.

Remembering that his employer had sworn that the big wooden box had always been placed in this west wing room, the little thief rubbed his fingers, held up the candle in his hand, and thought about looking around again.

There are rules on their road. Thieves never steal anything. If he really can't find the big wooden box, he has to find two valuable things before going back. Otherwise, his trip will not be in vain.

The little thief touched the prickly beard on his chin, and based on his many years of theft experience, he carefully thought about which corner of the room the family would put the big wooden box. Could it be him? Did you miss a place?
According to the employer's description, a large wooden box should take up a lot of space. It is already quite strange to put it in this bedroom. Where will it be placed?
The little thief couldn't think of a reason, so he lay down on the ground and groped around, looking around the room, but still didn't see any similar large wooden box.

The only thing that seemed somewhat similar was the rather large wooden cabinet placed in the corner. It had been locked, and I didn't know where it came from.

This little thief felt a rare sense of frustration. He really couldn't find the big wooden box that his employer mentioned. He was already planning to pry open the wooden cabinet to see if there was anything valuable hidden inside that he could take away. It can be regarded as living up to his special trip in the middle of the night.

He took out a thin wire from his arms, walked to the big locked wooden cabinet in the corner, and slowly stretched the wire into the keyhole.

For a thief who has been stealing for many years, lock picking is already a familiar trade. If a thief cannot even pick a lock, it is almost considered a failure in the Taoist circles.

After all, if you are faced with a large locked wooden cabinet like this, a better way to quietly steal valuable items is to pick the lock and retrieve it, rather than just smashing the lock off.

When the little thief expertly and naturally inserted the slender wire that had been used for "eating" all year round into the door hole of the iron lock, his fingertips flexibly grasped the piece of wire. The thick lock opened with a very low "click" sound.

Just when the little thief was holding the door lock and was about to take the iron lock away, his whole body suddenly stiffened, and he showed a look of astonishment. I don't know when, a cold sword blade crossed the door. It was on his neck, so that he didn't dare to move. He released his strength on both hands on the spot, and the wire in his hand fell to the ground. The candle in the other hand fell downwards, and seemed to be held firmly by the person behind him. Caught it and put it on the table.

A cold and hoarse voice like soaked in frost slowly came out from the mouth of the sword-holder behind him, "Who are you?" Hearing this cold voice, the little thief suddenly felt a wave of shivers down his spine. Liang stood there stiffly, unable to say a word for a while. He clearly hadn't seen the face of the person behind him yet. Just hearing this cold voice already made him feel so oppressive that it was almost difficult to contain it. The tension and fear in my heart came.

The little thief usually only did some small things, and the amount of money he stole was not big. It was rare that he took on such an order, and he didn't expect that he would hit the iron plate this time.

As if because he didn't get any reply, Mu Yunxiao's expression suddenly became colder. The sword in his hand pressed down, leaving a dark red blood mark on the uninvited guest's neck, drop by drop. The bright red blood seeped out and dripped onto the glistening blade.

Mu Yunxiao has always been very vigilant. Even when he fell asleep late at night, he could immediately notice the movement around him and wake up immediately. As early as when the uninvited guest came through the window, he had already noticed the slight sound and woke up. Come here, just keep your troops stationary, so it's not easy to alert the enemy.

He didn't know the identity of this masked visitor in black night clothes. He immediately thought of the men in black in the capital, but he had to be a little more cautious and quietly put the sword blade to his neck.

In fact, when the man's neck was scratched by the blade and he only let out a dull cry, he was grimacing, fearful and cautiously planning to beg for mercy, but his mouth was already firmly blocked by a piece of cloth.

"Hey...Master...I..."

He didn't have time to make any loud noise. Mu Yunxiao quickly blocked his mouth with a cloth, blocking all the words he was going to say to beg for mercy. He suppressed the sound from coming out, and forced Shengsheng only made a slight dull "Woo" cry, which was muffled by the thick cloth and could not be heard clearly at all.

In fact, the most important reason for blocking this man's mouth was that Mu Yunxiao did not know the details of the visitor and was afraid that if he spoke out, he would tip off his accomplices outside. The other reason was because of his own selfishness. Ruan He was still sleeping deeply. He didn't want such an incident to affect his wife's peaceful sleep.

Originally, the little thief was planning to say a few words of begging for mercy, to defend himself, to save his little life, and to ask this man to take the sword away from his neck first, and to talk to him if he had anything to say. Thinking that he had only uttered a few broken words, his mouth had been blocked by a piece of cloth, and he couldn't even cry out for mercy.

When did this man appear behind his back? He has been stealing for many years, and his vigilance is much stronger than that of ordinary people, but he didn't notice it at all! (End of Chapter)