This was supposed to be a peaceful night, with the maple leaves of Columbia University already drifting to the ground in the autumn, a gentle breeze blowing in from outside the window, and moonlight shining into Richard's painting studio, as well as onto a few people who were looking at each other with bewilderment…
Time seemed to stand still, as if everyone in the studio had been cast with a body-fixing spell…
The bumbling thief with the red scarf kneeling on the ground suddenly whispered, "Why aren't you wearing a red scarf?"
Ren He found it both funny and frustrating—this guy really wasn't using his brain. Everyone else was here to steal paintings legitimately; why wear a red scarf?!
