My Passive Skills are Invincible!

"You'd better be careful, I'll catch you sooner or later!" Jess shouted at the back of Crow's head while she walked out of the passage.

However, Crow did not pay any attention to him. She did not even take his words to heart.

How could a top-tier thief be caught with evidence?

The guard who said that will sooner or later not be able to wait his whole life. Jess looked at Crow's back dejectedly as it disappeared into the passage. 

When he saw the mess in the room, his mood was slightly lifted.

"At least we destroyed the Ancient City of Life's Thieves Union. Today is a meaningful day!"

"Is that so? Then congratulations. I've found my things. I'm leaving.

"By the way, there should be a lot of stolen goods in the big iron gate behind. Maybe all the things that have been stolen in the Ancient City of Life in the past few years are inside.

"Of course, some of the things might have been converted into money. If you take these back, your Public Security Office should be able to get a lot of 'profit'."

As Mike spoke, he walked past Jess with Timus with the intention of leaving.

Jess glared at Mike's back and said, "Our Law and Order Bureau will not be corrupted! All the stolen money will be handed over!"

Of course, this sentence did not receive any response from Mike either.

With the remaining three of them, the originally quiet base of the Thieves Union became even quieter.

Deep in thought, Jess muttered to himself.

"But then again, that human named F*ck is really strong.

"I didn't even see his movements clearly, and Baldy was killed by him..."

At this point, Jess was slightly stunned. He suddenly remembered something and hurriedly ran out of the room to look at the passage.

However, Mike had already disappeared.

Jess gritted his teeth and punched the wall in frustration. The wall was not damaged at all. Instead, his fist was bruised from the impact.

However, he could not care less about the insignificant pain.

"Damn it, Captain Abu and Senior Sally were killed by F*ck!"

He only realized now that Badly died the same way as the two guards. Even if he could not catch any movements from Mike, their throats had also been cut open. Even without any evidence, anyone could deduce that Mike initiated the kill.

The two guards and Badly had definitely died at the hands of the same person.

"It's definitely him! I must catch him!!" Jess gritted his teeth and swore to himself, but right now, he still had a lot of things to do.

At the bottom of the list, he had to deal with the stolen money from the Thieves Union. Perhaps he might not have enough time to do anything else for the next few days.

...

After coming out from the sewers, Timus brushed the dirt off his body and asked, "Teacher, where are we going to go next?"

"Where else can we go? Of course, we're going to the tavern," Mike said matter-of-factly.

"To the tavern?! Why?" Timus was confused. He had clearly agreed to meet Crow at the tavern the next morning. Why would he go to the tavern now? It was not dark yet!

Mike did not waste any time. He explained as he walked in the direction of the tavern, 

"Things like secret signals can only be understood 100% by both parties if they agree in advance.

"But when there are no agreements, we can only rely on assumptions."

"What do you mean?" Timus quickly followed Mike's footsteps and asked.

"Why do you think I made an appointment with Crow to meet at the tavern tomorrow morning?" Mike threw a question to Timus instead.

Timus thought seriously for a moment and answered, "Because Jess was beside you?"

"That's right." Mike nodded and continued to say, "In that case, as long as Jess isn't there, we can talk?"

Timus's eyes widened when he heard what Mike had said, "So you're saying that Crow might already be waiting for you at the tavern?"

"Yes, if she's smart enough. Of course, it's not entirely because of this reason.

"Think about it, where else would a homeless thief go?"

"Tavern?" Timus asked tentatively.

Mike nodded yet again as a response.

"There are actually many details that are worth paying attention to.

"For example, I didn't set a specific time for tomorrow morning. After all, the morning is very long.

"This actually should have hinted to her that the time is not fixed.

"Of course, this is all my wishful thinking. Maybe she won't go now.

"But there's nothing to lose if we go to the pub for a drink now. We don't have anything to do now anyway."

Listening to Mike's words, Timus nodded agreeing as they walked in the direction of the tavern. His feelings and perception towards his teacher being a very powerful person kept growing.

However, the simple fact was that Mike just wanted to go for a drink. He had made up the whole thing in the spur of the moment, just to find a more plausible reason to go for a drink.

However, when they pushed open the small wooden door of the tavern, the two of them stood frozen in place at the door.

They were both stunned to see Crow who was sitting in the corner as she looked at the tavern door.

She got a new hood from somewhere to cover her features again, but that special temperament still made people recognize her at a first glance.

Of course, even if it was a new hood, it was still shabby-looking. Thieves always liked to make themselves less conspicuous.

Timus looked at the crow's inconspicuous hood, then turned to look at Mike's exaggerated and eye-catching black cloak and bamboo hat, and a doubtful look appeared on his face.

Obviously, he was now more doubtful than ever about whether wearing a cloak was the right choice.

Mike noticed Timus' gaze and thoughts, but he only coughed twice and did not explain much.

This black cloak was so handsome, so therefore it should be pretty good? Hiding his figure was only temporary, but being handsome was something that would last a lifetime!

He used his actions to skip over this topic and directly walked towards Crow, and sat down at her small table.

"Boss, a glass of pure milk!"

Mike shouted loudly towards the bar counter. Due to his booming voice, it attracted the attention of everyone in the bar.

Timus, who slowly walked over and sat down as well, became even more suspicious of Mike's words about 'concealment techniques'.

Crow, who sat there, still sipped on her lemonade. She raised her head and looked at Mike with resentment.

"You're really high-profile. People in our line of work don't like to deal with people like you."

"Really?" Mike grinned. 

"That's true, in fact, I haven't seen anyone that's even more high-profile."

"I want you to help me kill someone."

His voice did not have any intention of retracting his statement.

All the customers in the pub, who had been attracted to Mike and his odd behaviors, heard his words clearly.

In an instant, the voices in the pub silenced.