“Get this straight: I never use my hands to steal. I use my brain.” (Because the first time I tried stealing, I nearly wet myself with fear.)
On a dark and stormy night, Fang Jiangyang, a thief, stood on the roof of a forty-eighth-floor building with his hands in his pockets, looking down at Beihu City.
He glanced back at the police behind him and gave them a disdainful smile. He stayed right where he was, not moving an inch, because his legs had gone numb with fear.
By the time the police caught him, his whole body had gone limp.
Fang Jiangyang’s parents divorced when he was young, and his mother died of cancer during his childhood. The only person who might have cared about him was his aunt. After she betrayed him, he awakened a System.
In this world without supernatural abilities, Fang Jiangyang relies on the System to transform, step by step, from a cowardly thief who bullies the weak into the Great Thief Jiangyang, a man who moves between the worlds of black and white.
“Remember this: even the source of heaven and earth can be stolen.”
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