"Phones, necklaces… even a pack of cigarettes.
Why do these things look so familiar?"
A middle-aged man stared at the items Su Mo had taken out, mumbling to himself as he reached into his backpack.
The moment his hand touched the bottom, his face changed dramatically and he shouted:
"Who the hell stole my stuff?!"
That shout stunned quite a few people, and they all began checking their own bags.
And that's when the chaos broke out—
Curses flew left and right.
A lot of them, just like the middle-aged man, had been robbed.
As professional thieves, they'd actually been pickpocketed themselves?!
That was a slap straight across the face!
"It was that kid! That's my stuff!"
A voice rang out from the crowd, and everyone turned to stare at Su Mo, their eyes filled with fury.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"
Before Su Mo could say anything, Xiao Liu stepped forward and argued righteously:
"Hey! No one said you couldn't steal from each other!"
"Stealing from other thieves—doesn't that prove even better skills?"
That line made everyone pause.
Now that Xiao Liu had said it, they finally realized—
Stealing from normal folks and stealing from professional thieves were two different levels.
Thieves were naturally sharp.
People like them? They'd make elite anti-theft squad members in any police unit.
And yet under those conditions, Su Mo had silently stolen from them?
What level of skill did that take?
The more they thought about it, the scarier it got.
Suddenly, the way they looked at Su Mo completely changed.
"Xiao Liu's right."
Giving Xiao Liu an approving glance, Su Mo smiled:
"Anyone can steal from average people."
"But if you want to be the Thief King, you've got to take on the real challenges!"
"As for Wang Ping's Shadowless Hands…"
He paused, then showed a mocking smile:
"To me, it's garbage. Compared to my techniques, it's child's play!"
This time, no one refuted him.
Instead, everyone seemed deep in thought, eyes lit with interest.
Whoever became Thief King, it didn't matter to them.
What mattered was skill—
If someone could actually teach them something, they'd support that person.
And now, it was clear:
Su Mo's skills were superior.
As for Wang Ping, his face turned ugly.
He couldn't say a word.
Stealing from more than a dozen fellow thieves—without a single miss?
Even he couldn't pull that off.
But losing the Thief King title like this still left him bitter.
"Don't worry, Wang Ping,"
Su Mo leaned in and whispered,
"If I become Thief King, I'll teach you everything I know."
Wang Ping's eyes lit up.
In this trade, everything else was fluff—
Real skill was the only thing that fed you.
He might not be Thief King, but if he could sharpen his techniques? That was still a win.
"Ahem."
Having figured things out, Wang Ping cleared his throat, then turned to the crowd with a smile:
"The most skilled should lead. Since this young brother's talent is exceptional, I've got no objection to him being Thief King."
The crowd immediately chimed in with smiles and agreement.
If even Wang Ping was fine with it, how could they object?
Only then did Su Mo finally breathe a sigh of relief.
But he looked a little dazed.
"Wait… isn't today supposed to be my first day at the precinct?"
He still hadn't even gotten his uniform…
And now he'd somehow become Thief King?
If he had to describe his feelings in one word, it would be—surreal.
But then, a more pressing question hit him.
"There's so many thieves here… how am I supposed to take them all down at once?!"
He glanced around.
With people still trickling in, there were already over thirty of them in the room.
Thirty-plus professional thieves.
Even with all his training, Su Mo couldn't take them all in a fight.
Besides, the area was a maze—
Once they scattered, no way he'd catch them all.
Just then, the crowd started speaking up—
"Brother Su Mo, now that you're the new Thief King, teach us something good!"
"Yeah, Brother Su Mo, it's tradition! Don't hold back now!"
"Right! I've been wondering how you stole from me without me noticing…"
They'd already heard about Su Mo's legendary moves from Xiao Liu,
and now they were getting impatient.
Even Wang Ping looked intrigued.
"Got it!"
Seeing the opportunity, Su Mo's eyes lit up.
He turned to Xiao Liu and said:
"Xiao Liu, find me some rope—strong and long!"
"Got it!"
At this point, Xiao Liu was basically Su Mo's most loyal follower.
Whatever he asked, Xiao Liu did.
Soon, a big roll of thick hemp rope was brought over.
Everyone watched with interest, curious what was going to happen.
"Brothers, I'm in a great mood today after becoming Thief King."
"So I'll teach you one of my top techniques—something truly priceless!"
Su Mo smiled broadly, then turned to Xiao Liu:
"Tie up my hands and feet—tight as you can!"
"Roger that!"
Xiao Liu, hyped to the max, got to work.
Single knots, fisherman's knots, slip loops—you name it, he tied it.
Everyone watched intently, not finding anything odd.
Every thief had their own methods; weird training wasn't that strange.
Soon, Su Mo's hands and feet were tightly bound.
He grinned at the crowd:
"Watch closely now."
Then his limbs began to twist slightly…
And in the blink of an eye—the ropes just fell away.
It looked unbelievable—
But to someone with Cloud-Piercing Hand, it was child's play.
"Holy crap!"
Everyone gasped in shock.
They were not expecting that.
This wasn't a trick show.
They had seen how tight the ropes were.
Yet he undid them in seconds—that was real skill!
"Brothers, did you catch that?"
"Once tied up, you use technique to undo the knot quickly—also good for flexibility training."
"Of course, there are some tricks to it. Without them, it's impossible."
Su Mo laughed confidently, but there was a hint of nervousness in his eyes.
Whether this worked or not depended on how they reacted.
The crowd went quiet for a beat…
Then burst into excited shouts.
"You've convinced me, Brother Su Mo! Teach me that trick!"
"Yeah, teach us all!"
"Brother Su Mo, if you teach me, I'll follow you for life!"
They swarmed around Su Mo, begging to be taught.
And Su Mo, looking generous, waved his hand:
"Xiao Liu, tie them all up—one by one, I'll instruct them personally!"
"Now that I'm Thief King, I can't let my brothers down!"
He looked every bit the enthusiastic youth,
drunk on praise and power.
Which was exactly what the crowd wanted to see.
After he spoke, people rushed up to Xiao Liu:
"Brother Xiao Liu, tie me first! I'll buy you dinner later!"
"Come on, tie it tight! Make it solid!"
"Yeah, yeah! Tie it properly—don't waste Brother Su Mo's time!"
As Su Mo watched them all beg to be tied up,
his eyelid twitched slightly.
If these people ever found out he was a cop…
Would they be so ashamed they offed themselves?
Hmm… highly possible.
——
It didn't take long.
More than thirty people had their hands and feet bound tightly.
Xiao Liu, lost in the chorus of "brotherhood," tied them so tight their limbs were turning purple.
Forget running—they couldn't even wriggle.
Only then did Su Mo finally relax.
Then, in front of the crowd full of eager anticipation,
he calmly pulled out his phone.
Power on. Dial. Swift and smooth.
When the line connected, Su Mo spoke seriously:
"Hello? 110?"
"Yeah, I'd like to report a case.
Not that something was stolen—I just caught some thieves."
"Yes, some."
"How many? Uh… around thirty or so."
"I'm not making this up—it's real..."
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