"What on earth is the owner of this theater thinking?" Lou Ze mused as he descended deeper into the building. He could hear voices discussing quietly, though they were quite distant; the volume was low but didn't impede his eavesdropping.
"Grandfather, our theater has been overtaken by thieves. This theater is a legacy passed down to us, and I fear it might be ruined in our hands."
"Right now, preserving our lives is what matters. A building can be rebuilt."
"But why did these thieves target our theater? Everything here is invaluable. I'm worried they might damage something."
"Grandfather, must we just sit and wait for death?"
"The thieves are not ordinary; we are no match for them. Any rash actions would simply lead us to our deaths without serving any purpose."
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Lou Ze stopped in his tracks.
