His eyes swayed, and he came across a gnarled face. The stubble under his nose almost poked his face, and his saliva smelled of overnight leeks: "Last time you were at work, you stole the jade pendant from Wang Yuan's wife's family, and turned around to give it to him. The owner stuffed a broken stone picked up by the river into his arms, and said with a smile, "I'm sorry for frightening you, please pay attention to the service attitude next time"! Damn! You threw the face of a thief into the Bian River to feed the bastard! "
The memory quickly matched the number - Zhao Si, the former "senior brother", a formal thief in the Bianjing West City branch of the thieves who bullied the weak and feared the strong.
