There are many types of Rongmen's stealing skills.

There are white hands, stringers, willow tools, etc.

Working with your own hands means doing it entirely with your hands, without relying on any tools.

Threading refers to an expert in sliding doors and picking locks.

Maybe a single thread can open thousands of locks.

Liuju refers to Xiaoduo.

Good at sharp knives or tweezers.

Say one more thing.

In the past, those who dared to call themselves Rongmen.

Definitely not a petty thief.

Generally, they are big thieves with unique skills.

Xiaoduo sees me like this.

She asked me with some dissatisfaction:

"Chu Sixu, don't tell me, this is not enough?"

The little girl called me by my name.

Her unruly side was immediately revealed.

I still looked calm and said calmly:

"Yes, not enough!"

"Then what do you want?"

I looked at the book in my hand and said calmly:

"It doesn't matter anyway, I want two swords, three and a half!"

The so-called two swords and three halves.

It refers to whether it is cut horizontally or vertically.

With two knives, you must ensure that the book is broken into three pieces.

My attitude made Xiaoduo a little unhappy.

She rolled her eyes dissatisfied and said:

"I thought it would be so hard to get it. Come on, I'll give you three swords and six-and-a-half strokes!"

I slowly stretched out my arms and held the book flat.

When Xiaoduo walked up to me.

A horizontal hand.

Make two consecutive horizontal cuts.

She is extremely fast.

In an instant, the book fell across the waist and broke into three parts.

One piece is in my hand.

The other two pieces fell quickly.

The speed of falling is very fast.

But, what I didn't expect was.

Xiaoduo is faster.

I saw her suddenly raise her hand.

Between the fingers, silver light flashed.

From top to bottom, hold the knife in your hand.

"Click" several times.

Half of the remaining books fell to the ground.

And in my hand, there was only a fragment of the book left.

Lao Hei was completely dumbfounded.

He stood there blankly.

I can't even say "fuck" anymore.

My face remains calm.

But my heart was in turmoil.

I know, this girl is very good at cutting.

The last time I caught her.

She once said that if she wasn't merciful.

Lao Hei's hands are already useless.

I believe it!

But I never thought of it.

Her knife was so fast.

"Is it enough this time? Mr. Chu Liu!"

There was a hint of ridicule in Xiaoduo's proud words.

"Enough!"

I nodded.

"Okay, give me the order. What do you need me to do?"

The little girl knows that I am here to ask her to do something.

I told Xiaoduo my plan.

Of course, I only said what she needed to do.

As for the rest of the plan, I didn't tell Xiaoduo.

It's not that I don't trust her.

It's a habit.

In the words of Mr. Liu.

If it is the wind, it will move; if it is the word, it will move.

What shouldn't be said should never be said.

After coming out of the hospital, I called my old smoker Zhu again.

As soon as the phone call came through, I heard Brother Zhu's lazy voice coming from the other side.

"Brother, is something wrong?"

Judging from the sound, Brother Zhu must have just woken up.

"It's a little something, I need to trouble Brother Zhu!"

I said directly.

Brother Zhu didn’t ask in detail and said directly:

"Let's meet at the Liangdi Bar in Zhongjie..."

I asked Lao Hei to send it to Zhongjie.

He was waiting for me in the car, and I entered the disco alone.

Although it is already noon.

But the disco is still dim and dark.

There was a smell of tobacco and alcohol mixed in the whole hall.

This smell is terrible.

It was leftover from the guests' carnival last night.

Brother Zhu, a long-time smoker, was leaning on the sofa in a corner.

He was covered with a coat and his hair was messy.

There was a cigarette in his mouth.
To be continued...