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

Chapter 93, 35 words, pretty efficient. 5? What the hell!

The light from the cave entrance was so bright it hurt your eyes.

It took about an hour.

When Chen Yifan and the others emerged from a hidden crevice, everyone looked extremely disheveled.

Mu Wanqing walked at the front, her face still pale, but her eyes were as cold as ice.

No one mentioned Wei Ze anymore.

Because at this moment, he had become a small urn, which "Old K" casually put in a tattered cloth and hung on his waist.

It feels like I could fall to the ground at any moment.

On the way out.

A perfectly timed "accident".

A few mindless monsters turned Wei Zeben's intact "remains" into unrecognizable pieces of flesh.

Mu Wanqing immediately suggested that they be cremated on the spot and buried in peace.

The remaining members of the Blazing Flame Squad looked at the raging fire with sorrow in their eyes, but none of them dared to raise any objections.

As Chen Yifan watched the woman who had personally "presided" over the funeral of her competitor and then turned to comfort her subordinates, his opinion of her rose to another level.

really……

Zhang Wuji's mother was right.

"The official headquarters is not far ahead, and it's not easy for us to run into them... so..."

On the way forward for the group.

Mu Wanqing paused, turned to Chen Yifan and whispered.

"no problem."

Chen Yifan responded softly.

He understood what Mu Wanqing meant.

He only just found out after he was teleported away.

Wang Fugui actually framed Lao K for Luo Tianyou's death.

Old K still doesn't know that the person who took the blame for him is right under his nose.

along the way.

Old K really gave Wang Fugui a good scolding.

Chen Yifan almost burst out laughing.

It's true what they say, "A scholar should be looked at with new eyes after three days' absence."

The fat man's framing was brilliant.

"Okay, then we'll part ways here. Don't worry, I'll transfer the money to you as soon as I get out."

Mu Wanqing seemed to have guessed what Chen Yifan was going to say next.

So I decided to speak first.

Chen Yifan shrugged.

It means there's no problem.

He took a deep breath as he said goodbye to Mu Wanqing.

This place has become a hotbed of trouble.

Staying any longer is pointless.

Mu Wanqing and Lao K's "clean-up" work was enough to cover up all traces.

He gripped the dagger in his hand tightly.

Now, he should go back.

This trip yielded less than the harvest from the goblin mine.

It was still quite a lot.

Most importantly, he reached level 25.

This is a crucial stage in one's career, a level that most people cannot reach even after a lifetime of striving.

The fragment of "Agon's Gaze" lay quietly in his beginner's backpack.

The words "hundred appearances" above made him feel vaguely uneasy.

Things that have an owner.

The legendary assassin who shares the same name as Shadow Fiend is still alive.

Indeed, choosing that absurd method back then was the right choice.

otherwise.

Shadow Fiend was killed by him.

The other party will definitely come looking for me.

but……

He had no time to worry about that for the time being; his more pressing task was to get back as soon as possible.

I wonder how Fatty and Xiaoyu are doing.

As for Luo Tianyou's death, I believe Mu Wanqing will handle it well.

He naturally doesn't need to worry about that.

In addition...

Although he didn't know how the other party had managed to get into this instance through the heavily guarded entrance.

But the other party was able to enter silently.

We will definitely be able to get out.

Moreover, he also learned a secret along the way.

The so-called "copy" has more than one way to enter than just through the entrance.

He took out a slightly worn black trench coat from the beginner's backpack.

The trench coat was a bit too big, barely covering the corroded wound on his back.

Then, he took out a baseball cap, smeared some dirt on the ground, and pulled the brim down.

After all that commotion, he looked like a survivor struggling through ruins.

He followed the directions Old K had given him, walking along the winding path.

Along the way, you might occasionally see a few scattered monster corpses.

Or scattered, broken equipment.

He didn't deliberately search through the items; his current goal was to leave.

He quickened his pace.

About three and a half hours later.

As they got closer to the exit, the fishy smell in the air was gradually replaced by the fresh scent of earth.

A cacophony of voices could be faintly heard from ahead.

Chen Yifan stopped in a relatively secluded corner and deactivated his [Mimicry Disguise].

He knew that further ahead there would be thermal imagers and various life detection devices.

He didn't pretend.

They walked straight ahead.

At that moment, a beam of searchlight swept across him and then turned back.

"Survivors!"

A surprised voice broke the silence.

Immediately afterwards, hurried footsteps could be heard.

Several team members in rescue suits rushed over and skillfully conducted a preliminary examination on him.

"A student? He doesn't seem seriously injured, just a little exhausted."

A female team member's voice carried a mix of professionalism and gentleness.

"Quickly, carry him out, give him oxygen, and notify the logistics team!"

Another team member was giving instructions.

Chen Yifan did not refuse and was carefully lifted onto the stretcher.

He opened his eyes, his gaze carrying a perfect blend of bewilderment and relief at surviving a close call.

He looked at the worried faces of the rescue team members, his lips moving slightly.

"I...I'm..."

His voice was hoarse and weak.

"You're safe, child."

The female team member gently patted his hand, comforting him.

Chen Yifan didn't ask any more questions, but simply closed his eyes weakly, perfectly playing the role of a survivor repeatedly tormented by fate.

Just as he was carried to a safe point, he felt an unprecedented fatigue wash over him.

"Fanzi!"

A familiar voice, filled with barely suppressed joy and anxiety, broke through the noisy crowd and headed straight for him.

It is Wang Fugui.

Immediately following was a clear, cold female voice, tinged with inexplicable worry.

"Chen Yifan!"

Wang Fugui had messy hair, stubble on his face, and bloodshot eyes.

His clothes were wrinkled, indicating that he had been waiting there for a long time.

Like a runaway bull, he smashed through the crowd and staggered to Chen Yifan's stretcher.

"Fanzi, are you alright?!"

Wang Fugui grabbed Chen Yifan's hand. His thick, large hands were trembling slightly, as if he wanted to confirm whether the temperature in his palm was real.

Looking into Wang Fugui's eyes, which were filled with anxiety, worry, and ecstasy, Chen Yifan felt a warmth rise in his heart.

Good brother.

He forced a weak smile:

"...I'm fine, just...a little tired."

"It's alright! It's alright!"

Wang Fugui was incoherent, his eyes red-rimmed.

At this moment, Su Qingxue and Lin Xiaoyu also ran over.

Lin Xiaoyu's previously silent face finally broke into a smile.

came back!

Brother Chen is finally back!

Su Qingxue looked at Chen Yifan lying on the stretcher, his back covered in corroded wounds.

"How...how did you get so badly injured?"

Seeing this, a nearby rescuer kindly advised:

"Family members, please calm down. His wound has already received basic treatment; it just looks serious. Please step aside for a moment, as we need to examine him immediately."

Wang Fugui obediently stepped back, but remained close to the stretcher, chattering incessantly:

"Brother Fan, you have no idea how scared I was! Such a huge thing happened in Jiangcheng... and Luo Tianyou too..."

As he was talking, he suddenly remembered that there were outsiders present.

So he quickly shut his mouth.

Chen Yifan saw this.

He thought to himself, "At least my brother isn't as outspoken as before."

You've grown up!

At this moment, for some reason...

He suddenly had a strange feeling, like watching his own child grow up and become sensible.

As Chen Yifan was carried out of the instance and into the makeshift medical tent.

Half an hour later, he was told that he was "fine and needed to rest" and was then released.

As soon as he stepped out of the tent, Wang Fugui immediately came to greet him and handed him a cup of hot water.

"Fanzi, drink slowly."

Chen Yifan took the water glass, took a sip, and realized that Su Qingxue was not there.

His gaze fell on Wang Fugui's face:

"Regarding Luo Tianyou..."

When this was mentioned, a hint of excitement flashed across Wang Fugui's face, but he quickly suppressed it.

He gave me a look that said, "I did a great job."

"Hey, it's all thanks to your excellent teaching."

"In a moment of quick thinking, I pinned Luo Tianyou's death on the group that kidnapped you!"

Wang Fugui got more and more excited as he spoke.

"You have no idea, their expressions at that moment were like they'd eaten a pound of shit."

Chen Yifan's smile deepened as he watched Wang Fugui's beaming face.

This kid actually has some talent.

"What? You knew that? You secretly ate it?"

The voice just fell.

A soft "pfft" came from the side; Lin Xiaoyu couldn't help but chuckle.

"What are you saying, Fanzi? You're the one who eats shit!"

"Alright, alright, but you did a great job."

"Don't worry, Fanzi, I'm only telling you this in private. In public, I'm very discreet."

As the two were talking, Chen Yifan's phone, which had just been turned on, suddenly started ringing incessantly.

He picked it up and looked at it; his pupils contracted almost imperceptibly.

Your account received a transfer of LGB: 3,500,000.00 yuan at 09:30.

Mu Wanqing is really efficient.

Wang Fugui leaned closer for a look, his eyes widening instantly: "Three...three million?! Brother Fan, you've struck it rich!"

"Small opportunities, stay calm."

Chen Yifan calmly put away his phone, but inside he was overjoyed.

With those three million in hand, plus all the other odds and ends...

He has accumulated an astonishing amount of liquid funds.

Next.

Top priority.

It's about curing Xiaoxue's eyes.

However, he was just about to put his phone in his pocket.

hum-

My phone vibrated again.

Another bank notification popped up.

Your account received a transfer of LGB: 50,000,000.00 yuan at 09:31, with a current balance of 87,682,455.00 yuan.

Chen Yifan's smile froze.

Fifty million?

What the hell!