Tomb Raiders: Treasure Raiders

Chapter 367 The Secret Room Master (1)
The Wind Hermit clenched his fists quietly, and hid the space ring in his palm. There is only one space ring in this world, and that is the magic baby that the Wind Hermit refined himself.This middle-aged man's eyes are vicious, so it's hard not to let him see the origin of the interspatial ring, otherwise all the efforts would be in vain.

The middle-aged man's attention was focused on Han Feng's ring. He never imagined that this group of people had such a rich family. Not only did they bring two out-of-print real antiques, but the real good things didn't show up at all.

The middle-aged man bowed slightly and said, "Please, I think you have come all the way not just to sell these two antiques, we can talk about it in detail."

The middle-aged man did not have the aggressive aura of the superior, and his conversation was elegant and polite, but when Han Feng and the others followed the middle-aged man into the building, they were shocked to find that everyone they met on the road saluted the middle-aged man respectfully.

Han Feng and Feng Hermit secretly exchanged glances. There are many masters in this building. Han Feng has already sensed the mental power fluctuations of more than a dozen masters. These masters are all hidden in very secret corners. From the surface, this building The defense is very lax, but when there are really bad people, these masters will suddenly appear from all directions.

The middle-aged man has been paying attention to Han Feng's demeanor, but he is obviously disappointed. Han Feng is casually holding a cigarette in his mouth, and his eyes are blocked behind the big sunglasses. No one can see Han Feng's real thoughts.

The middle-aged man hesitated at the top of a staircase, turned around and led the crowd to another passage. There was no guard at the entrance of this passage. The middle-aged man came to the end of the passage, stopped in front of a hidden camera, and put his hand on the on a fingerprint reader.

The camera flashed red light and opened silently, revealing another metal door inside. The middle-aged man entered a series of passwords again, and the metal door opened to reveal the room inside.

Qu Mowei and Xie Yu's occupational disease broke out, and they both stretched their heads to look inside at the same time, and the vigilant gaze of the middle-aged man fell on Qu Mowei's hand instantly.He said mockingly, "These two must be brilliant fitters."

Fitter is an elegant name for a pickpocket. Han Feng knows that middle-aged people must recognize the identity of Qu Mowei and Xie Yu as pickpockets. Han Feng can also do this. In fact, as long as he pays attention to a person's subtle habits, he can guess a person hobbies and specialties.

Qu Mowei and Xie Yu's eyes are furtive, and when they see something good, they will involuntarily stick out their second finger in the middle of the food. The most special thing is that the second finger in the middle of the food pickpocket is forcibly trained to better meet the needs of work. Equally long and short, this is the biggest sign of a pickpocket.

Han Feng waved his hand to make Qu Mowei and Xie Yu stop at the door, and Lao Xiao and One-eyed Lao Qi stopped at the same time knowing the interest.The middle-aged man said with a meaningful smile: "Little brother has hidden dragons and crouching tigers, and there are all kinds of talents."

Han Feng moved the cigarette to the corner of his mouth with his lips. This was the result of Han Feng's hard work for two days. It looked no different from an old smoker.Han Feng said with a cynical smile: "Thank you, everyone has their strengths, it depends on how to use them. There is no absolute waste material in this world, it depends on whether you can find a suitable position for yourself."

(End of this chapter)