Strongest Scammer: Scamming The World, One Death At A Time -
Chapter 95: Sock Heist
Chapter 95: Sock Heist
With the mission objectives in Han Yu’s mind, he now knew what to do.
’Getting peanuts is going to be easy, and the chicken bones too. I can get both at the kitchen. The Female cultivator’s sock though...’ Han Yu thought to himself how he would go about this.
There were two difficulties to this mission depending on how he went about it.
’Well, getting a washed sock shouldn’t be a problem as I can just grab one from the laundry. But an unwashed sock... that’s going to be difficult.’ Han Yu thought to himself.
Due to many incidents in the past with various people with perverted incidents taking the unwashed laundry of female cultivators, their laundry was washed separately. It was handled by an all female group of servants who fiercely protected them as if what they handled was not laundry but rather a hoard of gold.
They would not let any man near it, and even their washing area was different. Though when they were being sent back after drying, anyone could do that task.
’I better ask.’ Han Yu thought just as he was about to leave. "About the sock... it doesn’t have to be unwashed, right?" he asked.
But the rats merely gave him a look.
"Right?" Han Yu was now sweating.
"The request was about an unwashed sock." The rat with the tiny scroll translated.
"Fuck... and who even requested something like this?" Han Yu was confused.
"That doesn’t matter. What matters is that you finish the task if you want your meat." The rat stated.
"Fine..." Han Yu knew that his task had just become extra difficult. "Any female disciples sock will work right?" he asked just in case.
After all he didn’t want to be hunted down by some Inner Court disciple or worse... An elder.
The rats seemingly squeaked amongst themselves before turning to Han Yu again,
"Any female Inner Court disciple will do. And don’t try to bring in a fake one. We’ll know." The rat replied. "We can smell it." He added.
"You just added that now, didn’t you?" Han Yu was sure of it.
Squeek
But he got no answer from the rats.
’Perhaps I shouldn’t have asked for clarification.’ He thought to himslef.
Han Yu knew his plan of faking the sock had failed before it had even started. ’It just had to be an Inner Court disciple too.’ He didn’t even know if they washed their clothes in the same area as the Outer Court disciples or in another area.
He left the tunnel and climbed out of the wall.
"Just how many hideouts do they even have?" Han Yu wondered. "And how does the sect not find out about them?" he couldn’t figure it out.
As far as he knew, the rat syndicate was spread all around the sect, but the servants only knew of the part that was in the lower areas that could be accessed by everyone.
For now though his curiosity would have to wait as he had some information to gather. Han Yu talked to a few servants and quickly found out where the female disciple’s laundry was washed.
With the information in hand, now he just had to wait for the right time.
Midnight. Outer Court Laundry Pavilion.
The wind howled. Crickets chirped. Somewhere, a cat meowed like it had seen the end of the world.
Han Yu crouched in the bushes like a washed-up raccoon. A cloth covering his face for a makeshift mask. Ahead of him, the Laundry Pavilion glowed faintly with spiritual light, lined with rows upon rows of clean robes drying on bamboo racks. But the back corner—oh, the back corner—was the treasure trove.
That’s where the unsorted laundry went. A tangled, unwashed mountain of spiritual socks, training bras, sweat-drenched belts, and battle-stained underwear.
Han Yu shuddered. "No sock is worth this." He crept in anyway.
His instincts kicked in—Chitterfang’s blessing helping him slip past the patrolling night-shift servants with the stealth of a ghostly squirrel. He dove into the pile of garments like a man possessed, hands sifting, sniffing (very cautiously), and reading name tags like a deranged schoolteacher.
The laundry baskets all had tags on them, which made it easy to return the items back to their owners.
It was quite important, as there had been a few scandals in the past.
Once, a meager sized female disciple had accidentally received a bra the size of a rather bountiful measure. She had been incredibly pissed and took it as an insult, as if she was being mocked.
She whipped the servant who had done the laundry for an hour and after that, everyone took their job with extra seriousness.
"Wu Shan: Outer Court Disciple ... Jiao Lan also Outer Court Disciple... ah, come on, where’s the inner court disciples’ stuff—"
Rustle.
Han Yu froze.
Giggle.
His eyes twitched. That was definitely a girl’s giggle.
Then—
"Hey! Who’s there?"
Three female servant girls rounded the corner, holding laundry baskets and candle lanterns. They squinted into the pile, one of them shrieking when Han Yu poked his head out like a guilty groundhog.
"WHAT IS THAT?!"
"PERVERT!"
"HE’S SNORTING LAUNDRY!"
Han Yu panicked. "No! I was just—just checking for—sect regulations! Fire hazard inspections!"
"WITH YOUR FACE IN A SOCK?!"
One of the girls flung a mop at him with the accuracy of a veteran spear cultivator. Han Yu ducked, tripped on a bra strap, and went rolling down the slope of dirty laundry like a dumpling on a greased pan.
"GET HIM!"
With a primal scream, Han Yu grabbed the first sock from a basket he could find that said Inner Court Disciple on the hem, shoved it into his shirt, and bolted like his life depended on it—because frankly, it did.
He dashed through drying robes, leapt over a tub of detergent, and narrowly missed colliding with a sleepy disciple who was just out for a midnight pee.
"YOU LITTLE RAT! COME BACK HERE!" The female servants shouted as they chased after him.
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