Chapter 911: The Plan of Discord

At that moment, they were behind a smokehouse, and Lou Ze approached the little thief, "Where did you stash the divine ointments?"

The little thief blinked, "In that room we were in before." The room he referred to was the one in the courthouse's backyard that had recently been burned down.

Lou Ze, "…"

Lou Ze asked, "Everything's there?"

The little thief nodded, "Yeah."

Lou Ze said, "You don't need to steal divine ointments anymore. The government is systematically sealing those places."

The little thief exclaimed with joy, "Sealed? Really sealed?"

"Yes."

"That harmful stuff should have been banned a long time ago. It's good that it's sealed. So good." The little thief was extremely excited, and it took him a while to calm down, "I won't steal divine ointments anymore, but now I'm without a goal. Do you have any tasks? I can help you."