Midnight.
When Wei Geng returned home from his night shift, he remembered some things he had overheard during the patrol.
His mood instantly turned irritable.
"What's wrong with you?" his wife greeted him, taking off his animal-skin armor and long knife.
"Su'er, who in the world stole my meat?"
Wei Geng's middle-aged face flushed with anger as he paced around the room.
The meat and water he had painstakingly saved up had been stolen within just a few days.
And it wasn't a one-time theft—three times in a row! Could the thief actually be living inside their house?
"I don't know. I've always guarded the meat and water."
Su'er rubbed her temples, distressed. "It's just that the moment I took my eyes off it, I'd wake up and find the food and water gone."
"This damn thief dares to keep targeting our house. I checked—nothing else was stolen." Wei Geng gritted his teeth.
