"Clang!" With the sound of metal hitting the ground, Feng Xue casually tossed the wrench aside and urged quickly,
"Alright, get in, hurry!"
"Ah jeez! How come you're so skilled?" Watching Feng Xue complete the entire process from choosing to stealing a car in just one minute, without even triggering the alarm, Mang Ke couldn't help but ask.
"Do you know why I first went to jail?" Feng Xue gave Mang Ke a meaningful look. Although it was an ambiguous question, Mang Ke instantly understood. A child who grew up in a junkyard, with an extraordinary mechanical talent—wouldn't it be normal for them to steal cars?
But as the engine started, Mang Ke placed the power furnace within easy reach and then glanced at the car's decorations,
"Isn't stealing such a luxury car too conspicuous? Plus, the interior must have cost a pretty penny; the owner is definitely not ordinary..."
"It's exactly because it's a luxury car that it can be stolen.
