Pinghai City.

Nestled in Huaxia, Pinghai City was a metropolis whose economic clout slightly trailed Shanghai’s—but its streets buzzed with rumors and urban legends.

Incomplete statistics claimed Pinghai had triple the urban myths of any other city. Locals broadly sorted them into three categories.

First: Urban Horror Stories. Tales like Room 303 at Yunliang Hospital—a Si Family enterprise—where faint infant weeping reportedly echoed every night at 3 a.m. Legend said a newborn died suddenly in its family’s arms there; lingering resentment trapped its spirit within the room, refusing reincarnation.

Second: Folk Rumors. Chaotic tales of praying to Buddha, immortals, or gods.

Third—and the spotlight—Urban Legends of Extraordinary Figures. These featured business tycoons, scandal-ridden scions of elite families… and Qin Cheng. Before transmigrating, the original Qin Cheng was tagged into the “Four Young Masters of Pinghai” alongside Li Xiao, Sun Hua, and Si Weimao. No official ranking—just aristocratic families mocking them as poster children for rotten character.

Beyond them loomed another beloved figure: the “Mysterious Heroic Thief.” Active for two or three years, she stole only from capitalists who exploited the public. Never from ordinary folks.

Cameras and tech? Useless. She struck deep at night, cloaked in a billowing black trench coat… and a Peppa Pig mask.

*That* mask earned her the “Mysterious” title.

Locals rarely debated:

“Man or woman?”

“Robin Hood energy—legend!”

“Peppa Pig on the mask? Instant street cred!”

No. Their top theory?

“The Pinghai cops can’t arrest her—they’d crack up laughing at that mask mid-chase.”

Speculation ran wild online: burly man, edgy guy, trans person, cute girl, “spiritual youth”… Tieba threads about her trended constantly.

What no one knew?

The thief they gossiped about was an absurdly kawaii-looking girl.

And she had zero clue what was about to hit her.

“Boss! Your granny’s back! Check this phone—what’s it worth?”

“Where’d you *steal* it?”

“Steal? I *found* it! Quit yapping—take it or not?”

“Still reckless as ever… Damn it! This phone’s being tracked! You didn’t even power it off???”

“Uh… hehe… No sweat! Not my place anyway, hahaha~”

“…”

The shop owner clenched her teeth, swallowing the urge to slap Fu Hou senseless. *Composure. Composure.*

She smoothed her chest, offered a tight smile to the single-ponytail girl, and said:

“One day you’ll crash. Maybe today.”

“Crash? How? With what? Who in Pinghai could possibly take down the city’s ultimate thief?”

“If *anyone* takes down Fu Hou today…”

“I’ll call them Dad on the spot!”

“Fu Hou fears exactly two things: broke accounts… and nothing else!”