When he heard that a thief had come, Qiu Luoye didn't think much of it: "Are you talking about those petty thieves from Lai Chun Lane? I've taught them a lesson a few times. These people just can't change their ways, but then again, all thieves are like this, they remember to eat but not the beating."
Li Banfeng shook his head: "I'm not talking about the petty thieves; it's the old thief, the oldest one."
"The oldest one..." Qiu Luoye thought about which thief was the oldest, "Are you talking about Xiao Qianshou?"
Li Banfeng nodded: "It's him."
"Wasn't he beaten to death by the Peddler?"
"That old bastard didn't die. I even ran into him a couple of days ago and almost fell into his hands."
"Let's go, find him!" Qiu Luoye packed up briefly and was about to go alone to find Xiao Qianshou.
Qiu Luoye had been reckless all his life, but at least he had a sense of propriety. Why was he so impulsive this time?
