The Stealer Novels & Stories

Wilbur fell deep into thought. Someone capable of stealing the Tiger War Amulet from a place so strictly guarded had to be a cultivator specialized in thievery. Thieving cultivators were best at hiding themselves and utilizing skills like camouflaging, making it hard to find them. Despite the fact that stealing a national treasure would draw attention from the national departments, most cultivators would never take that risk. Only Venomadder had the guts to do it. "Do we have any further information on him?" Wilbur looked at Elsa.

With it just about to be rolled on the flatbed he strolled over to her. "Nice ride," Joanne Steiner said, sliding it on the flatbed. "So, did you catch the little shits that stole it?" Jo asked with a half laugh, knowing it had to be kids, otherwise, this beauty would be in a chop shop or worse, instead of in the front yard of some old home. "Not yet," Jimmy smirked. "You know me, Jo, I never rush anything. Sooner or later, they will make a mistake." He winked at her.

"Stalker, who else? The best shadow we know. We've hired him once, remember? To tail Randy. That's how we know about his drug dealing dens and eradicate them all." Ah. Stalker. An ex-special ops commander who supposedly 'went rogue' and was discharged. But Ben and I managed to find out the truth—the Minister of Defence was stealing from the nation's taxes; Stalker found out by accident and tried to have him removed. "I know Juliette means a lot to our plans. So he's the best guy for the job," Ben explained. I agree with Ben. Stalker is the best we know. He never loses a target, whether in sight or danger.