The Most Random System

Of course, the classic duo Yangliang and Yan Aosong were certainly present too—they came along.

However—

"Brother Bufan, how did you convince the police to wait outside and let you go in to catch them?" Stool recalled the plan Lin Li had informed him of earlier and couldn’t help but ask curiously.

Lin Li smiled confidently: "Charisma, because they know my character and trust me."

"Awesome, Brother!" Stool praised, giving a thumbs-up.

Lin Li waved his hand with a cryptic smile.

Hehe.

It wasn’t wrong.

It was precisely because Yangliang and Yan Aosong knew Lin Li was a fake that they understood he definitely wanted to be genuinely involved in the case. Otherwise, he would likely not inform them or invite them over, so they had no choice but to agree to Lin Li’s demands.

But the details, there’s no need to tell Stool.

Let the glory and fame be hidden.

Time ticked by second by second, ten minutes passed.

Lin Li glanced at the message Uncle Yan sent him on his phone and snapped his fingers lightly: "They’ve already come in."

"Then, Brother, should we go in now?"

Although Stool wasn’t the best in vocational high school, this kind of experience tonight was absolutely a first, so he was a bit expectant and excited.

"No rush, they just came in, it’s definitely when they’re most cautious, can’t catch them red-handed, it’ll be troublesome. Otherwise, Uncle Yang and Uncle Yan would have just arrested them directly, so we can wait a bit more." Lin Li shook his head, "Meanwhile, we can prepare."

"Prepare?"

Lin Li reached into his pocket, slowly taking out two lumps of black silk fabric, tossing one to Stool.

"Stool, tell Brother, what is Brother’s identity."

"I know, I know! It’s Black, Black—Silk—Hero!"

Stool, although struggling to keep a straight face, still earnestly and solemnly elongated his tone to say every word slowly.

"That’s right,"

"But tonight, not only I am, you are also the Black Silk Hero." Lin Li expertly put the silk over his head.

Stool, not skilled but obedient, also put the silk on his head.

Epic lung capacity.

Luckily, no strange smell, seems like Lin Li hadn’t worn it.

Unfortunately, no strange smell, seems like no girl had worn it.

"By the way, I have a plan, we can check the situation later and implement it..." Lin Li murmured in Stool’s ear.

After hearing, Stool nodded.

No wonder it’s Brother Bufan, actions are truly extraordinary.

"OK, time’s about right, let’s move."

After waiting a few more minutes, when he thought it was about time, Lin Li stood up, signaling Stool to follow.

The two walked through another gap, into the old community’s electric scooter parking area.

The dimly lit area in the old community had only a distant streetlamp emitting a hazy glow, barely outlining the vehicles’ silhouettes.

It was deep night, silent without a sound.

Lin Li and Stool silently approached, soon spotting two busy figures in the shadows.

One was using hydraulic scissors to tackle a lock under an electric scooter seat, the click sound was actually pretty clear in the quiet night.

The other was squatting nearby, holding a canvas bag, which already contained two or three batteries.

Clearly, the two targets Li Sheng had informed about.

Lin Li and Stool exchanged glances, he intentionally bumped into a nearby electric scooter, making a slight noise.

The lookout and transporter partner raised his head sharply, looking over warily, instinctively elbowing his operating accomplice.

"Who’s that?! Tsk, why is Old Liu on lookout..."

The one using the hydraulic scissors froze, swiftly packing up the tool, body tense, poised to run at any moment.

He attempted to pretend to be the owner of the scooter, trying to fool the newcomers.

However, he saw two figures walking straight toward him.

"Run! Split up! Meet at the car!" Hydraulic scissors guy whispered.

"Hold on,"

Instead, the partner stopped him, halting his escape attempt, speaking in a suspicious and probing tone, lowering his voice toward the approaching figures:

"Buddy, are you in the same line of work?"

And the hydraulic scissors guy, who was ready to sprint away, paused upon hearing his partner’s question, turning back.

Soon, he understood why his partner asked that.

With the faint light, he carefully examined the two suddenly appearing figures—seeing the iconic, face-outlining black silk fabric on their heads, noticeably easing the tense atmosphere.

Brother.

This damn looks even less like good guys than us.