A Bandit, but with Double Standards

The mayor came rushing through the door, panting as if he’d hurried all the way there.

The moment he entered and looked up, he saw that most of his wall had been stripped bare. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Yin Xiu’s gaze as Yin Xiu held one of the paintings.

Their eyes met, and the atmosphere turned awkward.

After a moment of silence, the mayor slowly said, “Those are all part of my collection...”

“I know.” Yin Xiu nodded, unmoved.

The mayor thought for a moment, then added, “My collection is usually very valuable. I don’t let anyone touch it.”

“Oh, is that so?” Yin Xiu replied flatly, still making no move to put the painting down.

The mayor’s expression instantly grew complicated.

What kind of owner came home only to have someone take his things right in front of him? This was worse than a bandit!

He stared at Yin Xiu, then at Li Mo. For a moment, even he was at a loss for how to back down...