As evening approached, Wang Ji and an old man named Du Xian knocked off early from an afternoon shift and appeared in front of a gold shop.
It was just the two of them because Xiao Feng had given them many targets, so there was naturally no reason for everyone to go into action together.
Otherwise, things coming in threes, they'd very easily be suspected of being a professional scam gang.
"Ai…" Du Xian stroked the goatee on his chin, a look of reminiscence in his eyes, and said wistfully, "Thinking back on those glorious days of old… better not mention them."
"You start with a grand opening, then say 'better not mention it'—who are you trying to piss off here?"
"Don't get me wrong, I'm about to get back to my old trade; can't help feeling a bit excited."
Wang Ji nodded. "Understandable. But still, hurry up and run through all three plans in your head one more time."
"Relax!" Du Xian smiled with confidence. "You know what our professional skills are like."
