After exerting the strength of nine bulls and two tigers, Yang Fan finally made it up.
What was a breezy task at Old Zhou's became as difficult as a dung beetle rolling a dung ball when it came to him.
Although the process was tough, fortunately, he didn't fall.
After Yang Fan and Old Zhou successfully sneaked into Bi Gang's house, that beautiful young woman with the black headscarf reappeared at the foot of the building. She looked up at the open window on the third floor and murmured, "So it was thieves, whose house was this again..."
"Never mind, no matter whose house it is, I'll call the police first. These two bastards even dared to threaten me, just wait for your doom!"
As the beautiful young woman was about to dial the number on her phone, it suddenly rang, "Right, it's that bastard Bi Gang's house! Since it's him, well... let it be, that bastard deserves to be robbed."
"Considering I really did misspeak earlier, I'll let you two little thieves off the hook!"
