When the fire broke out in the back-courtyard storage shed, the chaos in the front courtyard shifted too.
The secret-chamber guards, smoked out by the stench, didn't dare stray far, so someone switched on a blower and tried to drive the stink outside.
A scrawny shadow had, at some point, hidden itself behind the safe; the moment the air began to move, the shadow floated straight out of the chamber, safe and all.
Guards: "???"
No one knew when Long Sijia had slipped into the secret chamber and stayed hidden there in the confusion—not a soul had noticed her. When the wind rose, she seized the chance to carry off the half-ton safe… and it was packed with the Wang family's unmentionable ledgers!
Who could have imagined anyone could haul a whole safe away! How much force could a piddling blower put out? How exactly did he borrow the wind like that—Newton would be clawing his way out of his coffin!
The guards froze for a beat, then let out a shout and went chasing after him as one: "Boss Wang! Boss Wang! Someone's stolen the safe!"
Outside, the crowd that had been chasing Zhong Yi and the rest jolted to a halt, staring as a safe drifted serenely through the air, sailing on past the villa's fence.
But outside, there was no wind anymore.
Long Jia: "What the hell?"