Thief Game: Starting with Obtaining the Kidd Card

He even expressed his willingness to invest in him, to help him expand his stores, and even to further develop a chain brand.

However, Chen Feng rejected them all.

The reason is simple: they have plenty of money and enjoy a leisurely life.

This reason left Sun Yuqing feeling helpless, and after trying to persuade her twice, she chose to give up.

"Sigh, I still don't know who Kidd was going to invite in that invitation letter. I went to seven or eight high-end coffee shops last night and came up empty-handed."

Sun Yuqing rested her chin on her hand, casually stirring her coffee with a spoon in her other hand, her tone revealing a hint of disappointment.

Upon hearing this, Chen Feng glanced at Lin Qingyao, who was still diligently grinding coffee at the front desk, and smiled slightly, without saying anything more.

After finishing her coffee, Sun Yuqing glanced at the time: "It's getting late, I have class this afternoon, so I'll be going now."

After saying that, Sun Yuqing got up to leave.

She had only taken two steps when she remembered something, stopped, and turned back to look at Chen Feng: "Oh right, don't forget what I told you a couple of days ago!"

Chen Feng replied, "Don't worry, ma'am, I'll always remember."

With Sun Yuqing gone, the coffee shop returned to silence.

Lin Qingyao, who had been grinding coffee, also came over at this moment, asking curiously, "What happened the other day? Did you two make a deal? Were you taken care of by her?"

Boom!

"Ouch!"

Lin Qingyao, who had just received another sharp rap on the head, clutched her head and looked pained.

"If you keep talking nonsense and slandering your boss, I'll dock your pay!"

After leaving those words behind, Chen Feng turned and left.

His tone remained gentle, but his words chilled the hearts of the working class.

"You capitalist dog!"

Watching Chen Feng's retreating figure, Lin Qingyao cursed under her breath.

However, after scolding her, Lin Qingyao had no choice but to obediently continue working.

……

at this time.

The international airport in City H.

A large group of reporters, microphones in hand, were waiting in front of the cabin door of a private jet, anticipating something.

Everyone held a microphone, eager to be the first to rush forward and conduct interviews as soon as the cabin door opened.

swoosh-

With a faint scraping sound from the cabin, the aircraft's cabin door was slowly opened.

The reporters who witnessed this scene became even more excited, staring intently at the cabin door, waiting for their target to appear.

Four burly bodyguards stepped out first and stood in a row, separating the reporters from the cabin door.

Next, a person carrying a red carpet walked out of the cabin and, under everyone's gaze, bent down and carefully laid out the red carpet.

This scene left even the most seasoned and knowledgeable reporters momentarily stunned.

Is this score... really that big?

Before anyone could think further, a Western man in his thirties, dressed in a black suit, stepped out of the cabin.

Seeing this, the reporters disregarded their inner complaints and quickly stepped forward to interview the man.

"Mr. Ron, what is the reason for your sudden visit to China before the exhibition in London has ended?"

"Mr. Ron, I heard that Chen Feng impersonated you and stole the exhibit, the 'Corona Crown,' in London. Is that why you've come here this time?"

"Sir, there are rumors that you came to H City this time to seek revenge on Kid. Is that true?"

“Mr. Ron…”

The reporters chattered incessantly, bombarding him with questions and looking at Ron with expectant eyes.

No one doubted that it was not for the four burly bodyguards who were stopping them.

These crazy reporters were even willing to shove the microphone right into Ron's mouth!

Chapter 81 The Bet?

"Everyone! Please be quiet."

Ron shouted, but his voice was quickly drowned out by the questions from the reporters and had no effect whatsoever.

"Everyone!"

Ron raised his voice, which quieted the frenzied reporters down a little, though they still looked at him expectantly.

That's normal, after all, who doesn't know that Chen Feng is the epitome of popularity these days!

Furthermore, Ron had previously "helped" Chen Feng steal the [Corona Crown] without Chen Feng's knowledge. Given his unique identity, it's hard not to suspect that he's there to seek revenge on Chen Feng.

"What did this reporter friend just ask me?"

Ron casually pointed to a reporter and asked a question.

The reporter who was called on seemed very excited and, amidst the envious glances of the other reporters, quickly spoke up.

"Mr. Ron, I would like to ask, is your sudden visit to H City because Chen Feng tricked you before? Are you here to seek revenge on Chen Feng?"

Faced with these sharp words, Ron's female secretary's expression changed immediately. She was about to step forward to say something when Ron stopped her.

Facing a dozen or so brightly lit cameras and reporters, Ron slowly began to speak:

"What this journalist friend said is very interesting, but I can give you a clear answer to your question here."

"One reason I came here is that my grandfather, Mr. Leonardo, intended to hold a branch of the exhibition in China. The other reason is indeed related to Mr. Chen Feng."

Upon hearing this, all the reporters became excited, their eyes burning with anticipation as they looked at Ron.

Ron took half a step forward and walked directly in front of the group of reporters.

He took the microphone from one of the reporters and spoke without any hesitation.

"If Mr. Chen Feng is interested in the exhibits I brought today, he is welcome to give it a try. However, if the operation fails, I expect Mr. Chen Feng to immediately return the [Corona Crown] that he previously stole!"

……

Ron, grandson of private collector Leonardo DiCaprio, arrived in H City, China today to prepare for a branch of his private exhibition.

Ron challenged Chen Feng to a bet: win and he could take the exhibit; lose and he would have to return the "Corona Crown," which was still under pursuit. He asked Chen Feng if he dared to come.

[Shocking! The Phantom Thief Kid, who has remained undefeated in six attempts, is challenged once again today. Let's wait and see Chen Feng's response!]

Numerous reports trended on social media, attracting a large number of netizens.

"Seriously, is this guy crazy? This show has been airing for months, and someone still wants to challenge Feng Shen? What, does he think he has too much stuff?"

"The grandson of private collector Leonardo DiCaprio, hey, isn't that the person Maple was impersonating when he stole the [Corona Crown] last time?"

"Ah, it seems that's true. No wonder they traveled all the way from London to here. They're desperate to avenge their defeat!"

"Dare to challenge my husband? At most, they'll just embarrass themselves again."

"I have a feeling this isn't so simple. Judging from Ron's tone, he doesn't seem like the kind of reckless gambler who would do something like this."

"You've misjudged many things; maybe this person is just hiding their true nature!"

"That's possible..."

It was evening.

Inside a top-floor office of a building.

Looking at the countless and ever-increasing news reports on my phone screen.

Ron slowly put down his phone, reclining expressionlessly in the chair behind him, seemingly lost in thought.

dong dong dong-

A knock came at the door.

Ron glanced toward the door and said, "Is this Jenny? Come in."

The door was pushed open, and Ron's female secretary, who had been following him, walked in, carrying a cup of still-steaming coffee.

"boss."

"Ah."

Ron replied, "Just leave the coffee there."

"Ok."

The female secretary, wearing high heels, approached Ron and gently placed the coffee cup on the table.

Seeing Ron resting with his eyes closed, the female secretary hesitated for a moment, but finally came to Ron's side.

He stretched out his hands and placed them on Ron's temples, gently massaging them.

"Is there anything else, Jenny?"

Feeling the comfortable sensation coming from both sides of his head, Ron didn't even open his eyes before asking the question.

"me……"

Jenny opened her mouth, stammering "I...I...I..." for a long time, but couldn't utter a single word.

Seemingly getting impatient, Ron opened his eyes and grabbed Jenny's hand that was still on his head.

"Just say what's on your mind. Do we have to be so formal with each other?"

"Ah."

Hearing Ron's words, Jenny finally mustered the courage to ask the question she had been considering for a long time.

"Boss, do we... really have to do this? I still feel it's not very safe..."

"Insurance? Ha..."