Bringing my kids to set up stalls, I made thousands of people cry with envy

Chapter 538 I didn't check the almanac before leaving home...

Not far from the crowd queuing at Su Chen's food truck.

A man stood on the street corner, his eyes fixed on the bustling crowd in front of the food truck.

His nickname in the martial arts world is "Knife God," a title he earned through genuine skill.

Once upon a time, with only a blade as thin as a cicada's wing, he traveled to several places in a single day, silently cutting open the backpacks of ten passersby and pocketing all their valuables.

The Sword God was extremely satisfied with his nickname.

As a fan of martial arts novels, every time I steal with razor blades flying between my fingers, I feel like I am one of those chivalrous heroes in the novels who come and go like the wind, leaving no trace of their presence.

At that moment, a cold glint flashed between his fingers, and the exquisite blade moved nimbly between his fingers like a fish, finally disappearing silently into the gaps between his fingers as if it had never existed.

He took out his phone and contacted his three newly accepted apprentices.

"Flower and bird market, come quick! People are gullible and have lots of money, so it's easy to make a purchase."

After finishing his sentence, Daoshen hung up the phone decisively.

His gaze swept across the crowd again, his eyes scanning each person's pockets and backpacks, his mind already simulating how he would make his move.

He pondered which person to target, and from what angle and at what time to strike in order to ensure success.

To be honest, the current Blade Master rarely does this kind of thing himself anymore.

He discovered that by selling courses and taking on apprentices, he could easily earn much more money than before.

It's much more profitable to pass on your so-called skills and get those who are eager to make quick money to pay for lessons than to take risks yourself.

Of course, the reason I decided to take action this time was because I couldn't suppress my professional instincts when I saw the crowd around the food truck, and I also wanted to set an example for my new apprentices.

However, this place is quite close to the police station. If we're spotted quickly, the police will probably arrive soon.

Not long after, a beat-up little electric scooter came to a stop next to the Sword God, huffing and puffing.

One person squats in front, one sits behind, and one rides in the middle.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Daoshen would never have believed that such a small electric scooter could actually carry the weight of three adults.

The eldest apprentice, who was riding an electric bike, got off the bike with a face full of complaints and couldn't help but mutter, "Master, why don't you mention checking helmets at the two intersections ahead of here?"

"Because I took a taxi here."

These words lingered in the Sword God's mind, but he ultimately swallowed them back.

He's not the kind of master who cares about his apprentice's life.

Even when he saw his three disciples looking disheveled and miserable, the Sword God remained unmoved, as if everything before him had nothing to do with him.

"Stop talking so much nonsense. I brought you here today to learn skills, not to listen to your complaints."

The Sword God snapped impatiently, "You lot, come closer and watch what I do."

"But there are so many people, what if we can't see clearly? Why don't you record a video and send it to us so we can watch it repeatedly?"

The second apprentice scratched his head and offered what he considered a fairly reasonable suggestion.

The Sword God gave him a cold look, as if he were looking at a husky.

If it weren't for the fact that the other party had paid an apprenticeship fee, he probably would have kicked him right now.

The Sword God ignored these words, snorted coldly, and walked straight towards the queue.

Seeing that the Sword God was ignoring him, the second apprentice immediately showed a resentful expression and muttered under his breath, "What kind of person is he! He calls himself a master, but he takes the money and doesn't care about anything."

“I tipped the streamer a few dollars, and he even thanked me, big brother!” The third apprentice shrugged, glanced at the second apprentice, and said, “If he doesn’t allow recording, why don’t you record secretly? Don’t you understand such a simple principle?”

"That's true, how can you learn just by watching?"

Upon hearing this, the second disciple immediately realized that the third disciple made sense. So, taking advantage of the Sword God's inattention, he carefully took out his phone, hid behind the third disciple, and stealthily turned on the recording function, afraid of being discovered by the Sword God.

Meanwhile, the Sword God had already locked onto his target and was walking towards a girl with a bag slung over her back.

The girl's backpack was shiny and looked like an authentic product from a major brand; it must have been expensive.

In the opinion of the "Knife God," these genuine backpacks are sometimes of lower quality than those counterfeit products from Taobao; they are not only not water-resistant, but also not cut-resistant.

On the contrary, those so-called high-quality replica backpacks are made of surprisingly good materials; he had similar experiences before.

In the group, Old Meng was yawning while leading Teddy, still thinking about how to get his son to dye his yellow hair back.

Should we eat first and then beat them up?

Or should we beat them up first and then beat them up again?

Just then, Old Meng caught a glimpse of a furtive figure out of the corner of his eye.

As a veteran police officer who has been in the force for ten years, he has dealt with countless pickpockets and witnessed all sorts of scenarios.

His long-term interaction with these types of people has honed a kind of intuition or sixth sense in him.

With just a glance, his intuitive radar would immediately start beeping.

At this moment, Lao Meng's previously somewhat scattered attention instinctively became highly focused.

He didn't look directly at the person, but instead secretly observed him out of the corner of his eye, pretending to be nonchalant.

Soon, he noticed a faint glint of silver light reflecting from between the other person's fingers.

Clearly, his radar was still working.

Good heavens, how dare they do such a petty theft right under my nose?
Old Meng sneered inwardly, but remained outwardly calm.

He turned slightly to the side, pretending to straighten his clothes, and quietly made a few hand gestures to his colleagues in front and behind him.

Those officers, who were off duty and somewhat relaxed, instantly became alert after seeing Lao Meng's gesture.

They quietly left the group and slowly dispersed in all directions, forming an encirclement from different directions without appearing too abrupt.

On the other side, the Sword God was extremely cautious and did not make a move rashly at the first opportunity.

Pretending to be an ordinary customer queuing to buy things, he casually wandered around the crowd twice, observing the surrounding situation while looking for the best opportunity to commit the crime.

After confirming that there was nothing wrong, he slowly stood behind the girl with the backpack.

By using his body to block the view, he makes it difficult for others to notice his subtle movements.

His fingers gripped the blade.

Just as he was about to make a move and prepare to strike, he suddenly felt two powerful hands, like iron clamps, fall on his left and right arms.

Before the Sword God could even feel the chill, a powerful force surged forth, and his arm was involuntarily twisted behind his back, causing excruciating pain in his joint.

"Ouch, it hurts! It's going to break!"

The Sword God let out a miserable howl, tears streaming down his face from the pain.

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(End of this chapter)