Finally, it endured until modern times, tricking a group of international criminals with the Golden Rooster King Treasure to work for it.
But what happened? Its well-equipped, ruthless international criminals were repeatedly thwarted by an archaeologist with a child and an old man!
That guy named Jackie Chan, his fighting skills were more effective than magic!
"Yin-yang balance?!" Shendu roared silently. "You call this balance?! That little bitch good chi is practically shitting on dark chi's head! This script isn't right!"
The thick solid wood door of the headquarters office silently opened a crack, and Victor, pushing his cleaning cart, slipped in with a humble demeanor, like a real cleaner.
He quickly scanned the room—good, no one was there.
Victor's gaze was immediately drawn to the imposing dragon sculpture on the wall.
"Wow," Victor whistled silently in his mind, "This aesthetic... quite wild. Wednesday would definitely like it."
His sight accurately locked onto the two inconspicuous stones embedded in the dragon sculpture that emitted faint energy fluctuations—the sheep talisman and the monkey talisman.
After a closer look at the office, Victor's eyes lit up even more.
On the mahogany desk sat a pure gold lucky cat, with US dollars in its mouth; in the corner stood what looked like antique blue-and-white porcelain vases; on the bookshelf, several bundles of cash tied with ribbons were casually stacked... "Yo, the Dark Hand doesn't have great taste, but their 'inventory' is quite rich." Victor licked his lips, like a mouse that had fallen into a rice bin.
The Shendu sculpture on the wall remained immersed in its melancholy and indignation, not even bothering to lift an eyelid for the "janitor" pushing the cleaning cart.
In its long, sealed memory, such low-ranking servants responsible for sweeping and cleaning were once as numerous as cattle around it.
The only difference was that modern servants now righteously demanded "wages" and "hourly pay."
"The world is degenerating, and people's hearts are not what they used to be." Shendu let out an ancient sigh in the depths of its consciousness, feeling that this era was truly decadent.
Victor had no time to concern himself with the inner thoughts of a stone.
He professionally pushed his cart and began to "work."
His movements were swift and skilled: while wiping the desk with a rag, he casually slipped the golden lucky cat and US dollars into the large trash bag on the lower shelf of the cleaning cart.
While cleaning the corner, he "accidentally" knocked over the blue-and-white porcelain vase, then "reluctantly" took it into "temporary custody."
When tidying the bookshelf, the bothersome "paper waste" (cash) naturally needed "unified recycling and disposal."
From Shendu's perspective, this cleaner was quite diligent and responsible; wherever he passed, the office environment indeed became much tidier and brighter.
It was even somewhat satisfied, thinking that although modern servants demanded money, their work efficiency seemed higher than in ancient times.
Victor efficiently completed his "cleaning" work, finally pushing the cart to the Shendu sculpture in the corner.
He reached out and touched the cold, rough stone surface, quickly calculating in his mind:
"This thing... the material is mediocre, the carving is rough, and it's dead heavy to move. It probably won't sell for much on the second-hand market.
Never mind, a phantom thief has standards; I can't just take any old junk home."
Although he didn't plan to steal the sculpture, a phantom thief's professionalism couldn't be dropped.
Victor pulled out the professional cleaning wipes he carried with him and began to meticulously wipe away the dust and... possible fingerprints from the sculpture's surface.
He cleaned it extremely thoroughly, even using a small brush to clean the gaps in the dragon scales and the original grooves where the talismans were embedded, making it shine brightly.
"Hmm, good, now that's more like it." Shendu "saw" its body become sparkling clean through its senses, feeling even more satisfied.
"When this Venerable One revives and regains power, I shall personally appoint this meticulous fellow to be solely responsible for cleaning my dragon body! Three times a day!"
However, this sense of satisfaction lasted less than three seconds.
Wait... something seemed off?
Clean? Sparkling? The talisman embedding holes... also cleaned?
Shendu's stone pupils suddenly focused, staring intently at the spot where the sheep talisman and monkey talisman had just been embedded—it was empty!
Those two ancient talismans, which held part of its power, were gone!
Its heart almost stopped, if it still had a heart.
Shendu abruptly turned its gaze to the "cleaner" who was about to push the cart away.
Victor was facing away from it, leisurely playing with the two newly acquired talismans, the sheep talisman flipping between his fingers, the monkey talisman tossed up and caught, his face beaming with the satisfaction and contentment of a job well done.
Holy crap!!!!
A earth-shattering roar erupted from the depths of Shendu's consciousness.
This was not some diligent cleaner at all!
This was a thief! A highly skilled, psychologically robust, top-notch cat burglar who even helped you clean up the crime scene!
Where was he cleaning just now? That was clearly a professional process of scraping the ground bare, plucking every feather from a passing goose, and conveniently wiping away all footprints and fingerprints with a rag!
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