As expected, Ning Lang's heart was stirred. After pondering, he nodded. "Alright! I agree! We can do what you said, but we have to make a plan for the robbery. We shouldn't just act but also use our brains. "
"Well, what do you think we should do?" Song Ming looked at him and asked.
"That, of course, depends on whom we're trying to rob. Besides, since it's a robbery, I think we'll both have to put on some disguises or we'll be in trouble if we get recognized."
As he spoke, he took something out of the space. "I have a lot of things here, as well as old clothes. We'll change into them later. Here are fake beards, ghost masks and black cloaks."
"Where did you get all this stuff?" Song Ming looked at him strangely.
"I used them to play tricks on people. I kept them all the time. Here you are. We'll find the target as soon as we're ready. But, not too far away, or it would get too dangerous."
