Hey, can't break it, are you mad?

The night was dark and the wind was high, it was a good time for petty theft.

"Third Brother, do we really have to target this place?" one of them spoke, sounding hesitant.

The man referred to as Third Brother slapped him hard on the back of his head and said sternly, "Have you even considered how wealthy the owner of this shop must be to afford such a large piece of wrought iron for the door?"

"If we pull off this job, each of us will get at least four to five hundred taels of silver, maybe even a thousand! We'll make a fortune in one go!"

Another person spoke up, frowning, "Third Brother, what I'm afraid of is precisely that."

"But if he can afford to do this, it means he must have some significant connections."

Scholars, farmers, artisans, and merchants.

These were the unchanged social classes for centuries.

Merchants were the lowest among the commoners.

During the early Tang Dynasty, there were even rules prohibiting merchants from participating in the imperial examinations.

Those who could open a shop in Tai Ping Fang, right under the nose of the imperial city, were invariably connected to the noble families and influential aristocrats.

Especially when they could obtain something like glass.

Such fine goods were beyond the social status of merchants.

Chen San sneered, shaking his head directly. "What you can think of, can I not think of?"

"I've been investigating this shop for the past few days!"

"We have no connections to the noble families, big or small, within Chang'an."

Someone expressed concern, saying, "Third Brother, it's not that I look down on you, but can you really find out about those noble lords?"

Chen San spat, "What, you don't trust your Third Brother?"

The others hesitated, their expressions showing their doubts.

They were all rogues and ruffians who roamed the streets.

Barely avoiding becoming slaves, they still faced a wide gap with the scholar class, let alone the high-born nobles.

If their Third Brother could know about the nobles, something was definitely fishy.

Chen San, feeling a bit embarrassed by his subordinates' rebuttal, snorted heavily. "Even if those noble lords, so what?" he said, looking at the iron door. "We've been squatting here for days and know there's no one guarding this shop!"

"We grab the loot and leave. With several hundred taels of silver, we could marry a few good wives!"

"If Chang'an is unbearable, we'll go to Luoyang or Yangzhou!"

"Isn't it better than being a small-time hoodlum in Chang'an?"

Marrying several wives!

This beautiful phrase made this group of small-time hoodlums yearn for it.

They were the bottom of society, with no money even to enter the brothels. They had only tasted the flavor of women through their dreams.

Chen San glanced at them, gradually getting impatient. "You talk big during the day, but let me ask you, are we doing this or not?"

The remaining few gritted their teeth and nodded firmly, "We're doing it!"

Chen San sneered, "That's the spirit!"

"The owner of this shop is a fool."

"He thinks installing an iron door can keep out people like us. Look, there are several glass windows on the house. Let me tell you, glass is fragile. A light smash will break it."

"We'll climb in through the window. Then we'll roll up the silver and leave in the morning. The world is vast, do those noble lords think they can find us?"

With that, he picked up a stone from the roadside.

In a forceful manner, he walked over.

Bang—

The stone hit the glass window.

But instead of breaking, it didn't even budge.

Chen San felt a bit embarrassed.

He had just said glass was fragile, but his stone didn't even break the glass...

He cleared his throat lightly and forced an explanation, "I didn't put much effort into it just now. Are you ready? When we go in later, grab whatever is valuable!"

Bang—

With that, he raised the stone in his hand again and smashed it against the glass window with all his might.

But it still didn't break.

Even though the glass window trembled under the tremendous force, it remained unbroken, dividing the supermarket from the outside world.

He felt a chill.

His immense strength couldn't break a piece of glass?

Mind you, even if it were iron, it should have bent...

Another person tried a few times. Bang, bang, bang—the glass window shook, looking like it could shatter at any moment, but in reality, it remained intact.

So, he turned around, embarrassed, and said, "Third Brother, this thing can't be broken."

Chen San's face darkened as he looked at the transparent glass window.

Unwilling to accept it!

Just one step away, and he could take away over a thousand taels of silver from this shop...

Leaving like this would be too humiliating!

Inside the house, Lin Shen was sleeping soundly.

Suddenly, he heard a system prompt: "Ding, host, there is a group of petty thieves outside attempting to break into the supermarket for robbery and theft."

Lin Shen was awakened by the noise and rubbed his eyes sleepily. "Pull up the surveillance for me to see..."

Whoosh.

A beam of pale green light shot out, appearing in front of Lin Shen.

It displayed the real-time footage outside the supermarket.

And faint sounds were heard.

Although he couldn't play with phones or computers, surveillance was a function provided by the system...

Not only could it monitor images, but also sounds.

4K high-definition images!

360-degree surveillance without blind spots!

It was a black technology product that even he found somewhat difficult to understand.

Outside the supermarket, four people were gathered, discussing how to break the glass window...

Hearing this conversation, Lin Shen couldn't help but chuckle.

Did they really think the glass in the supermarket was as fragile as the glass used by the people of the Tang Dynasty?

The glass used in the supermarket was high-quality tempered glass.

Even if a truck loaded with goods crashed into it, it might not necessarily break. How could a few people think they could break through this defense?

The system asked, "How does the host want to deal with them?"

Lin Shen thought for a moment.

Certainly, he couldn't let them go.

If they came to harass him every other day, would he still be able to sleep?