The Best Thief in the City

As the saying goes, if you have three hundred and sixty skills, you can get the number one scholar. Wu Cheng just listened to this nonsense and embarked on the road of no return. "Wu Cheng, number 232239, go to Cell No. 9." Hearing the prison police call his name, Wu Cheng reached out and put on the thrown prison uniform quietly. The prison guard pushed behind him, causing Wu Cheng to stagger. Wu Cheng looked back at him dissatisfied, and the other person's eyes widened: "What are you looking at? Let's go!" Wu Cheng smiled. If he hadn't been immortal, he wouldn't have to suffer this anger again. Wu Cheng looked at the bright handcuffs on his wrists and smiled bitterly. When would such scrap metal be able to trap me? Wu Cheng hugged his quilt, and the police officers behind him pushed and pushed him to the door of the cell. He looked inside and saw that there were five people inside. One of them was as strong as a cow, sitting on the bunk. He looked like a boss, and the others stood in a circle around him. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.