Chapter 93: Theft
In the East District of Qifu Faction, on Bai Hui Street, Wang Zijia leapt down from his Paper Kite, landing on the ground within a residential alley.
As he landed, the Paper Kite quickly shrank, ultimately transforming into a palm-sized paper bird that rested on his shoulder.
He looked around, scanning his surroundings.
Even though it was now noon, the alley appeared somewhat deserted and dimly lit. The exit of the alley was connected to the main street, where a consistent flow of people could be vaguely seen.
The contrast between the quiet alley and bustling street was striking, like two separate worlds.
Even in a place like this, without a certain level of seniority within the Qifu Faction's East District, no one could own a courtyard.
Wang Zijia casually surveyed his surroundings, his glance halted momentarily on a courtyard gate at the right corner of the alley.