Xu Xiangbei had just hidden behind the door pillar when a small stone rolled off the roof into the courtyard, accompanied by the sound of a cat meowing.
Xiangbei chuckled silently to himself; although the sound was like a cat, it wasn't a cat, a typical test with a thrown stone.
Just as Xiangbei had suspected, a petite figure jumped down from the roof, clad all in black, sneaking cautiously towards the house.
A cold smile tugged at Xiangbei's lips; this black-clad person was the one who stole the painting from the museum, identical to the one in the surveillance footage in actions, height, and attire.
It's true, searching high and low only to find it effortlessly; Xiangbei had even specially requested Yang Qianshou to find clues, but the painting thief had boldly come inside himself.
Footsteps drew nearer, and suddenly, Xiangbei dashed out, firmly striking the black-clad person's chest with his finger.
