Yuan Shanchuan smiled bitterly.
He wandered around the courtyard for a long time before being caught.
"It's fine if I was caught, but one of the stewards here thought I was a thief because they found the painting in my arms. That steward swore that he had searched for the painting and that it was worth thousands of gold. It was something from their black market and was stolen by me. He asked me to return the painting."
Shu Yu was speechless.
Da Niu was speechless.
That was a robbery.
Yuan Shanchuan naturally refused to give it to them. He had risked his life to hide it, but the people of the black market took it away.
However, it was difficult for him to fight against four hands with two fists. He could not snatch from these people at all.
Moreover, he was a person who appeared in the black market for no reason. He looked disheveled and did not have much money. How could he have such a valuable painting on him? Even if he defended himself, it would be useless.
