"Miss, I don't know you, please stop pestering me, okay? I won't help you steal that Wooden Fish."
When Chen Feng saw that the female thief who had removed the cloth from her face was just a tender young girl around fifteen or sixteen years old, he couldn't bring himself to be angry with her and tried to persuade her kindly.
"Alright, I've already paid for this room. You can stay here and rest well tonight." Chen Feng really didn't have time to play house with a gymnast thief.
The Lotus Monk wasn't some soft-hearted Monk, and his strength was formidable—at least above the Innate Realm. If it wasn't a matter of life and death, even Chen Feng himself wasn't confident he could get the better of him.
