The monkey stole Tan Xiao and Chang Weicai's Healing Mud and ran away.
Not only that, but he also emptied the gas from Tan Xiao's motorcycle, seemingly afraid that Tan Xiao might wake up and chase him.
"That bastard! I knew he was a menace the moment he picked the lock with a wire!" Tan Xiao cursed, furious and frustrated. "A dog can't change its habit of eating shit! Once a thief, always a thief!"
Merely cursing was not enough to express his inner grief. He wailed as he tore at his hair. "My precious mud! I've never even used it once!!"
The more he thought about it, the more upset he became.
Compared to Tan Xiao's rage, Chang Weicai was calmer and earnestly comforted him, "Losses can turn out to be gains. As the old wisdom says, nothing is more blessed than a lack of desire, and nothing is more disastrous than a lack of contentment..."
Tan Xiao continued pulling his hair, completely not understanding what was said.
