He had just married a policewoman when he was diagnosed with criminal genius.

He tied the handkerchief in a knot behind his head, making sure it was tight, before putting it down.

He said, "The rules are like this. I'm blindfolded, and I have to pick out the item you choose from this pile. If I pick it right, I win. If I pick it wrong, you win. Then it's reversed; you're blindfolded, and I choose."

Lu Chen nodded.

He understood that this competition was about eyesight.

But actually, it's not about the eyesight of your eyes, but the eyesight of your hands.

See if you can find the specified item by touching it without looking at it.

This competition seemed absurd.

This skill is very useful for stealing.

You can find the most valuable things without using your eyes.

Brother Long said, "Shall we go first, you or me?"

Lu Chen said, "You go first, the screw cap."

Brother Long reached out and began to feel around on the cloth.

His fingers moved very lightly, like a dragonfly skimming the water, brushing over the small objects.

He touched a button, paused, pinched it with his fingers, and then put it down.

He found another paperclip, squeezed it a few times, and put it down.

His movements were neither too fast nor too slow, like he was playing the piano.

Every time he touched something, his fingers would linger on it for a second or two, as if he were talking to it.

The people around watched quietly. Someone raised their phone and started recording.

Some people craned their necks, trying to see what Brother Long's fingers were doing.

Brother Long touched it all over, then stopped.

His finger stopped on a screw.

He said, "This screw cap is hexagonal and has rust on the surface. It must have been taken from old furniture."

He took off his handkerchief and looked down.

It is indeed a hexagonal screw cap, and there are rust marks on the surface.

Some people started to applaud.

Ignoring the applause, Brother Long handed a handkerchief to Lu Chen: "It's your turn."

Lu Chen took the handkerchief and covered his eyes. He tied it in a knot behind his head and then asked, "Which one do you want me to touch?"

Brother Long glanced at the things on the table and said, "That blue paperclip."

Lu Chen reached out his hand.

He didn't touch her slowly like Brother Long; his movements were quick.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, it landed directly on a spot.

With a pinch of his fingers, he picked it up.

He said, "Is this it?"

He took off the handkerchief and glanced at his hand.

A blue paperclip was held between his fingers.

Brother Long's expression changed slightly.

The change was very subtle; the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

He said, "Yes."

Brother Long said, "Let's try again."

He covered his face with the handkerchief again.

This time, he specified: "That white button."

Lu Chen reached out his hand.

The movement was just as fast as the first time. His hand landed, his fingers pinched, and he picked it up.

White buttons.

The third time. Brother Long said, "The smallest thumbtack."

Lu Chen reached out and picked it up. The smallest thumbtack.

The fourth time. Brother Long said, "That five-cent coin."

Lu Chen reached out and picked it up. A five-cent coin.

The people around began to stir.

Someone whispered, "Was he peeking?" The person next to him said, "He's covered up, what are you looking at?"

Someone else said, "He must have a feel for it, right?"

Another person said, "What's this feeling? Is this some kind of radar?"

Brother Long ignored the noise and stood there, looking at Lu Chen.

After a long pause, he said, "You've practiced before?"

Lu Chen said, "No."

Brother Long said, "So this is your talent?"

Lu Chen thought for a moment and said, "I guess so."

Brother Long nodded.

He walked to the table and put away the pile of small items.

He said, "This game is a draw."

Lu Chen was speechless.

Although they both accurately found the items they specified, as required.

If we're talking about speed in finding items, I'm clearly faster.

I believe the pickpockets watching nearby were aware of this as well.

But who can blame them when Brother Long is still their king of thieves?

Since the other side says it's a draw, then let it be a draw!

Then Brother Long paused for a moment, and then said, "The third round is about courage."

The surrounding noise subsided.

All eyes were focused on the center of the field.

Brother Long said, "Being a master thief isn't just about being quick-handed and sharp-eyed. Quick hands and sharp eyes are skills. But a true master thief also needs guts. Without guts, even the best skills are useless."

Lu Chen asked, "How do we compete?"

He said, "This round is very simple."

He looked around and then at Lu Chen.

"Let's go down and have a match. Whoever falls first loses."

The people around were in an uproar.

Someone shouted, "Holy crap, Brother Long is getting serious!"

Someone shouted, "This is how a master thief should behave!"

"It's been a long time since anyone pushed Brother Long to this point, so I guess many people have forgotten that the King of Thieves' final match was this!"

Lu Chen was speechless. What kind of test of courage was this?

This is clearly just a fight.

To put it bluntly, if the first two rounds don't produce a clear winner, the third round will decide who the bandit king is based on force.

However, if you're talking about a fight...

That would be like walking into the line of fire.

When it comes to fighting, he's truly second to none.

Brother Long took off his jacket, revealing his muscles underneath.

He stretched his shoulders and twisted his neck, his bones cracking.

"Although I've been the boss these past few years, I haven't neglected my martial arts skills."

Brother Long said, "If you can last three minutes under my thumb, you win."

Lu Chen said, "It won't take three minutes."

Brother Long was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

Lu Chen said, "One move is enough."

There was a moment of silence, then a burst of laughter. Someone slammed their hand on the table and said, "This young man's got some nerve!" Another said, "Brother Long, let's teach him a lesson!"

Brother Long laughed too, but there was a hint of disdain in his laughter.

He said, "Young people, it's good to be confident. But being overconfident is just foolish."

Lu Chen didn't reply.

He walked to the center of the field and stood opposite Brother Long.

The distance between the two people was about two meters.

Brother Long struck a pose, feet apart, center of gravity lowered, hands in front and behind, protecting his chest.

His fingers were slightly bent, like two claws.

This is the strength he developed by stealing things for many years; his five fingers are like hooks, capable of crushing walnuts.

"Come on," Brother Long said.

Lu Chen didn't move.

He looked into Brother Long's eyes, his body relaxed, his hands hanging at his sides, like someone completely unguarded.

After waiting for two seconds and seeing that Lu Chen did not move, Brother Long took the initiative to make a move.

He lunged forward, his right hand, fingers together, aimed straight at Lu Chen's throat.

This move is both fast and ruthless; if he were to stab you, your throat would be shattered on the spot.

This is a vicious trick used in martial arts combat, called "gouging the throat".

Lu Chen did not back down.

He took a step to the side, his body slightly turned to the side, and Brother Long's hand brushed past his ear.

At the same time, Lu Chen raised his right hand, the movement very light, like dusting off a speck of dust.

However, Lu Chen's temperament has completely changed.

Lu Chen, who seemed harmless just now.

At this moment, Brother Long felt that the other party was there to kill him.

This made Brother Long immediately regret his decision.

However, it was too late.

The edge of his palm cut into Brother Long's forearm.

The location was perfect, right where the wrist and arm connect.

Brother Long's expression changed.