F-class thief? Sorry, I can steal anything.

Chapter 123: 3 yuan in compensation for emotional distress, and Wang Qingyun's warning!

As dusk fell.

Chen Yifan did not go straight home.

He ordered a bowl of beef noodles at an old noodle shop a few streets away from Jiangcheng No. 1.

The rising steam blurred his somewhat tired face.

On the wall of the noodle shop hung an old-fashioned television, which was playing the "Jiangcheng Evening News".

"Urgent report! Thanks to the meticulous planning of the city's security bureau and the heroic cooperation of citizen Chen Yifan, the S-level wanted criminal 'Bai Xiang' was successfully killed on the spot at today's commendation ceremony..."

The news footage showed the desolate ruins that had been sealed off.

All traces of bloodshed were technically erased.

Only the shocking ruins of the buildings remain, silently telling the horror of that battle.

Official reports are always glamorous and impressive.

He attributed everything to the Security Bureau's "meticulous planning" and "wise decision-making."

As for the man who crushed the legendary assassin with just a puff of smoke, it was as if he had never existed.

Of course, the report did mention Chen Yifan in great detail.

This "hero" who was thrust into the spotlight...

The official stance has once again strengthened its position, projecting a glorious and majestic image.

Chen Yifan finished the last bite of noodles expressionlessly, with only two words in his mind.

Ha ha.

He paid the bill and left, his figure disappearing silently into the night.

When he returned to Jiangcheng No. 1, preparing to use the teleportation array there to return to Tianjing Yunting, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

A person stood in the shadows at the entrance of the villa.

The man leaned lazily against the door frame, as if he were absorbing all the light around him.

That face looked twenty years younger, resolute and sharp, but that weary air was so familiar, etched into my very bones.

It's Wang Qingyun.

He had a cigarette dangling from his mouth, the flame flickering, like a sculpture blending into the night, waiting for who knows how long.

Upon seeing Chen Yifan, Wang Qingyun lazily lifted his eyelids.

"Oh, the little mudfish is back?"

He exhaled a smoke ring, his voice filled with undisguised mockery.

"You look great after just a few hours."

Chen Yifan's mind raced, and he immediately put on a smile that looked more like a grimace as he casually approached.

"Uncle Wang, please don't tease me. I was terrified and hid outside for a long time. I only dared to come back after I saw the news that Bai Xiang was dead."

As he spoke, he casually looked Wang Qingyun up and down, his face full of exaggerated surprise.

"But you, how come you seem to have reversed the aging process? What kind of divine power is this?"

Wang Qingyun's gaze suddenly tightened.

He slowly stubbed out his cigarette on the sole of his shoe and flicked it precisely into the trash can in the distance.

That gaze was no longer languid.

Like two invisible scalpels, they seemed to want to dissect Chen Yifan from the inside out and see him clearly.

Even their voices turned cold.

"Little guy, knowing too much will only lead to your demise."

"Yeah?"

Chen Yifan's shoulders slumped suddenly, his tone filled with exhaustion from surviving a disaster and barely suppressed resentment.

"But why do I feel that the more you know, the more clearly you die? Uncle Wang, don't you agree?"

This sentence is like a pebble thrown into a cold pond.

The atmosphere changed instantly.

"Oh? Judging from your tone, you're upset?"

Wang Qingyun leaned against the door, his thirty-year-old face paired with the laziness of a fifty-year-old, giving off an indescribable strangeness.

This was exactly what Chen Yifan was waiting for.

He felt as if all his bones had been removed, and he plopped down on the cold steps, unable to suppress the exhaustion and anger that welled up inside him.

"Uncle Wang, if it were you, wouldn't you be upset?"

He looked up, his eyes bloodshot, a mixture of genuine fear and overwhelming rage.

"I'm just a fucking F-rank thief! I went to file a report, ran into Shadow Demon, and almost got myself killed! I barely survived, and that guy named Nightshade used me as bait without saying a word!"

Chen Yifan's voice grew louder and louder, almost roaring.

"Bare bait! Using me to lure in a legendary assassin! You think too highly of me..."

This statement is full of sarcasm.

At the same time, it's also a test!

To test whether all of this was the work of Ye Tong.

"If you'd just given me a heads-up beforehand, I swear I'd run away with a train overnight! And what happened? You kept me in the dark the whole time, practically writing 'Come kill me' all over my forehead!"

He wasn't acting.

He was genuinely angry.

However, he cleverly vented this genuine anger in the place where it should have been vented most, thus concealing his true secret of playing with fire.

Wang Qingyun listened quietly without saying a word, lit another cigarette, his gaze deep and unreadable.

That kid is very slippery.

He didn't mention a word about the spoils of war, nor did he say a word about how he disappeared from the battlefield.

Instead, they clung to the idea of ​​being "used as bait," portraying themselves as a wronged victim who was on the verge of exploding at any moment.

"So, you just ran away?"

Wang Qingyun asked slowly.

"Are we just going to wait to die if we don't run?!"

Chen Yifan shrugged confidently.

"If gods are fighting, and I, a mere mortal, just stand there, am I just waiting to be slapped to death? What if you accidentally slip up and kill me? Who am I supposed to complain to?"

Wang Qingyun was amused by his use of "you old man" and couldn't help but cough twice.

"No respect for elders."

He chuckled and cursed, but his eyes suddenly became extremely menacing.

"Your escape skills are not bad. I remember the scene this morning, the shadows around us... all came to life. I thought that old ghost Bai Xiang had left some kind of backup plan before he died."

A chill ran from Chen Yifan's tailbone straight up to the top of his head.

What does that mean?

Could it be that he discovered something?

The anger on his face vanished instantly, replaced by an expression of utter terror, as he unconsciously rubbed his arms, his teeth chattering.

"Shadow...Shadow? Uncle Wang, don't scare me! Isn't he dead? I'm easily frightened..."

His reaction was completely genuine; it was the most instinctive fear of the unknown forces.

Wang Qingyun stared at him intently for a few seconds.

Chen Yifan met his gaze calmly, his eyes filled with only pure, lingering fear, crystal clear.

Finally, Wang Qingyun looked away and stubbed out his cigarette.

That's it.

Whether you're a dragon or a snake, you have to find your own way in the end.

The fluctuations caused by using external power to briefly break through the genetic lock and mental steel seal this time will definitely attract the attention of those people.

He chose this path himself, and whether it brings fortune or misfortune, he should bear the consequences himself.

"Alright, stop making such a fuss."

He waved his hand, his tone returning to its usual lazy manner.

"They really did something wrong this time. I'm here to deliver 'hush money' to you on their behalf."

He pulled a black cell phone and an envelope from his pocket and tossed them to Chen Yifan.

"This is a specially supplied encrypted communicator from Longdu. Throw away your old one; it's not secure. Inside the envelope is an anonymous black card worth thirty million. The password is six eights. Consider it compensation for that kid Ye Tong's emotional distress."

Thirty million?

"This...this is too much trouble."

really!

All of this was orchestrated by someone named Ye Tong.

Chen Yifan spoke politely, but his hands moved so fast they were almost blurry, instantly putting the items away, afraid the other party might change their mind.

Wang Qingyun glanced at him, too lazy to expose him.

"Don't pretend. Also, just letting you know, this villa is a temporary safe house. Once the mission is over, it will be taken back by the higher-ups. You should move out as soon as possible."

Recycling houses?

Chen Yifan was taken aback.

Unload the mill and kill the donkey?

Crossing the river and then dismantling the bridge?

"Uncle Wang, this..."

"Stop talking nonsense."

Wang Qingyun interrupted him and turned to leave.

"Take the money and leave. You're a celebrity now, quite a few people already know you live here. Heavenly Cloud Court is a nice place."

He took two steps, then stopped.

"Furthermore, I advise you to stop this matter here."

"Strength is everything."

"Night Eyes' identity..."

Wang Qingyun turned around, and his eyes shone brightly in the darkness.

"Kid, remember one thing."

His voice was extremely low, carrying an unprecedented seriousness.

"Some things are too hot to handle. If you pick them up, you have to be prepared to get burned."

After saying that, Wang Qingyun didn't linger. Like an ordinary middle-aged man, he walked away step by step until his figure disappeared around the corner of the street.

It was unremarkable, as if it had never existed.

Chen Yifan stood there, holding the encrypted phone in his hand, silent for a long time.

Should we stop here?

Ye Tong's identity?

Is this the real reason he came all the way here to find me?

Is he hoping to stop causing trouble and focus on improving his skills?

He flipped his hand over.

The envelope that Wang Qingyun had just given him was now in his hand.

I opened it and took a look.

A black bank card.

Thirty million!

That's quite a "big move".