"Master, since you're so rich, why did you even join the Thief Sect?" Fang Ning didn't understand. "Is it a hobby?"
Fang Ning had never been rich, but he'd heard that wealthy people often do things beyond ordinary folks' comprehension because of boredom.
The Thief King sighed, "A hobby my ass, I was the Thief King first before I was reluctantly made the president of the Trade Union."
"What do you mean?" Fang Ning didn't understand.
"You must have heard plenty about my legend, so I won't bore you with my early life experiences."
"Mhmm." As a member of the Thief Sect, who hasn't heard of the Thief King's legend?
Tales like "Night Exploration of the Imperial Palace," "Stealing Heaven and Changing Day," and "Seal Mysterious Trace" were countless. But ever since the Thief King declared that he'd steal from the Land Money Trade Association headquarters, he had vanished without a trace, and no one heard of him ever again.