Published: March 4, 2025
CHAPTER 62: The Notorious Thief
Who says there aren't bandits in the city? Damn it, that's just nonsense! Bandits don't differentiate between city and countryside. Look at that Horse Humpback; his eyes are clearly green, specifically inquiring about which family has more money...
The chubby man was on the verge of tears.
That despicable guy not only scared him half to death but also swiped a few pitiful silver notes from him before leaving, not even sparing a few pieces of broken silver.
He even had the audacity to call it: acting on behalf of heaven and doing good deeds. Before leaving, he even said, "I'm spending your money to help you averted disaster, so don't take it to heart. I'm a good-hearted person."
Damn it! If everyone were as "good-hearted" as you, there would be no one left in this world...
Dude, I’ve given you so much advice on the roads; go find anyone else to act on behalf of heaven. Even if you go after those pretty young ladies, I wouldn’t show any mercy; just don’t come to me. I really can’t afford it...
The chubby man prayed all the way.
That afternoon, Chu Yang left the city and first arrived at the mines outside. He wanted to purchase some steel, only to realize that the three hundred thousand taels of silver notes Wu Yunliang gave him sounded like a lot, but when it came to steel?
Sorry, but our Iron Cloud Nation has strict steel controls!
Chu Yang painfully spent ten thousand taels of silver to make connections, and only then could he buy a large pile at a high price from the ore processing workshop. More than half of the three hundred thousand taels was already gone. After just one night, Chu Yang looked at the piece of fine iron in front of him, no thicker than his arm, and felt like crying without tears.
There was no choice; he dumped the remaining silver into it. In the blink of an eye, he went from a wealthy man with three hundred thousand taels to a penniless one, but it was still just a drop in the bucket. Chu Yang furrowed his brows, anger rising in his heart, and malice brewing in his guts.
Money, that’s the key issue.
Can a penny kill a hero? This is a joke coming from Grandpa Chu. A penny can indeed kill a fool, but if you want to kill me, Chu Yang? Hehehe...
A wolf-like green light shone in Chu Yang’s eyes.
The next night, several wealthy families in Iron Cloud City were suddenly robbed in unison!
The thief was incredibly skillful, moving through the dark night with ease, truly a ghost among the hundred households. By morning, several rich masters looked at their empty treasury, gasping for breath, and fainted on the spot.
Even if millions of rats entered a granary at the same time, it wouldn’t be this clean! Rats in a granary would at least leave a pile of crumbs, but these wealthy masters' treasuries were completely empty; stepping inside echoed all around.
On the ground, a cloud of dust flew up...
All the gold was gone, all the silver was gone, all the treasured collectibles were gone, completely clean; not even a single rat could go in without coming out with tears in its eyes. This thief was too ruthless and too thorough...
All the bodyguards and guards didn’t hear a thing, yet everything was gone...
One of the wealthy masters, Li the Wealthy, had hidden his silver notes under his pillow. Upon seeing the empty warehouse, he felt a bit comforted, thinking he could keep some of his private money. Who knew that when he checked his silver notes, he was knocked out with a single punch, and when he woke up, hundreds of thousands of taels of silver had vanished without a trace.
In his hazy consciousness, he only saw a hunchbacked figure...
In each wealthy master's warehouse, a line of writing was left behind, revealing the audacity of this notorious thief. It read: “I don’t change my name and I don’t change my surname; the one who robs the rich to help the poor is Horse Humpback of Wuhua Mountain!”
It had a bold and heroic air of taking responsibility for one’s actions.
The next morning, the crying drum outside the official’s office in Iron Cloud City was beaten to a deafening sound. And it continued unceasingly, as dozens of fat, wealthy masters, faces filled with tears, almost on the verge of collapse, frantically waved their drumsticks, crying with each beat. Eventually, the entire square in front of the official's office was a scene of wailing...