Li Banfeng searched all around inside the Portable Residence, feather duster in hand.
It wasn't in the main room.
It wasn't in the second room either.
When he reached the Third Room, Li Banfeng saw the Tang Sword leaning against the door, asleep, with a few torn rags beside it.
The Tang Sword loved cleanliness and liked to wipe itself with a cloth when it had nothing else to do. Li Banfeng glanced quickly around the Third Room, then closed the door and left. One of the "torn rags" beside the Tang Sword quietly moved.
This was not a rag. It was a glove. The caked-on dirt and grease made it inconspicuous.
It extended two fingers and began to crawl along the ground, intending to sneak into a storage box.
Suddenly, Li Banfeng pushed the door open, swung the feather duster high, and gave the Glove a ruthless beating.
The Glove shouted loudly, "Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me! You catch a thief red-handed! You have no evidence! You can't just hit someone like that!"
