Laughing up to the sky, I go steal cars, how could people like us be mere wage slaves? I am Che Guevara Zhou.

A single sentence—"Aren't you all my family?"—left Manager Liu completely speechless.

He almost lost control of himself and wanted to throw a punch. Unfortunately, he couldn't beat the man, so after a moment of thought, he decided to let it go. Instead, Manager Liu simply handed Old Wang a stack of flyers and told him to go out onto the street to hand them out and recruit people.

Accepting the flyers, Old Wang left the building in high spirits. Upon reaching the street and scanning his surroundings, Old Wang spotted a "talent."

Not far away, next to a large tree, a row of electric bicycles was parked. At that moment, a middle-aged man wearing a light pink shirt and messy hair was squatting beside one of the electric bikes, busy with something.

"Out of money, gotta do it."

"Working a proper job is impossible, absolutely impossible in this lifetime."

"Can't do business either, so I can only rely on stealing to get by."

While working with his hands, the man muttered to himself, occasionally glancing around in all directions.

It took him barely more than ten seconds to detach the battery from an electric bicycle. For some unknown reason, Old Wang took a liking to this man at first glance, sensing a certain indescribable aura about him. It was obvious that this was the exact person he had been looking for.

Walking over with brisk steps, Old Wang patted the man on the shoulder.

"What are you up to, brother?"

Stealing electric batteries was also a technical craft, and having finally gotten into the zone, the man was startled by the sudden interruption and shuddered. However, he quickly regained his composure.

"Nothin' much. Just randomly picking a few lucky pedestrians to walk me home."

While speaking, the man unhooked the battery from yet another electric bike. Although Old Wang didn't quite understand, that didn't stop him from trying to recruit talent. The next moment, he handed the man a flyer and delivered his opening line, "Friend, have you ever heard of the Blue Sky Project?"

Yet the man didn't even spare Old Wang a glance, impatiently trying to shoo him away.

"Get lost, don't get in the way of my serious work."

He was mainly worried that his ancestral handicraft of stealing batteries might be plagiarized by this fellow.

Seeing that the other party was unwilling to have a proper conversation, Old Wang wasn't annoyed. He simply squatted down right next to the man and offered him a cigarette.

"What should I call you, brother?"

"You don't even know who I am?" the man asked, taking the cigarette with a look of disdain.

"And you are?" Old Wang used an honorific.

The man chuckled twice and proudly introduced himself:

"Laughing up to the heavens, I go off to steal cars;
Are men of my generation mere wage slaves by bars?
Stealing a bike every ten paces, leaving no battery for miles;
Amidst the realm of thieves, above all the worldly styles,
With this Zhou present, the heavens shall always smile!"

"Had heaven not birthed this Zhou of mine,
The path of thievery through eternity would in darkness pine.
Electric batteries, come forth!"

"At the end of the stealing path, who stands as the peak?
Meet this Zhou, and all martial arts turn bleak!"

"Is this Zhou a mere creature of a humble pond?
Wind and clouds arise, and into a dragon I respond!"

"Though I lack talent, my moniker is Steal Guevara. You can call me Zhou Steal Guevara."

Zhou Steal Guevara rambled on incessantly, speaking in one breath with a face full of pride.

"So it's Zhou Steal Guevara! I've heard so much about you."

Old Wang was thoroughly shocked and quickly cupped his fists in salute. To be honest, out of everything the man had just blurted out, Old Wang hadn't understood a single word. He only felt that what Zhou Steal Guevara said sounded extremely cool and imposing.

Because of this, Old Wang became even more convinced that this brother was a person of exceptional talent. Why would someone with such talent hide in a place like this stealing batteries instead of contributing to the country? Wasn't that a terrible waste?

At the same time, Old Wang silently vowed to memorize these high-sounding phrases, fantasizing about what it would be like to replace the surname Zhou in them with his own surname Wang. With this thought, Old Wang grew even more determined to recruit Zhou Steal Guevara.

Therefore, he decided to open his heart to this honorable brother and lure him into the Flourishing Wealth and Prosperity Family.

"Brother, have you ever watched Ultraman?"

...

The two of them squatted beneath the shade of the tree, and Old Wang talked for a full half-hour until his mouth was completely dry.

"Can you understand what I mean now? This Flourishing Wealth and Prosperity Family of ours is actually a secret organization working for the country, and everyone in it is an elite talent."

Old Wang wiped the sweat from his brow. He had just shared everything Manager Liu had told him with Zhou Steal Guevara. Fearing that Zhou Steal Guevara might not believe him, he even exaggerated and embellished the story, claiming that he had a friend who could transform into the Emperor Knight and that he had witnessed him annihilating mutant beasts with his own eyes.

After listening, Zhou Steal Guevara's mind went blank.

Ultraman actually existed?

The Avengers wasn't just a movie?

Even things like Armor Heroes and immortal cultivation were real?

This motherfucking...

That was simply preposterous!

"I didn't read many books, don't you lie to me."

Zhou Steal Guevara stared intently at Old Wang. For some reason, he was actually trembling slightly, as if out of excitement.

"Why would I lie to you? I never lie. If you don't believe me, come with me and take a look."

Old Wang offered a solemn guarantee.

Little did he know, Zhou Steal Guevara possessed another identity entirely. His persona as a petty thief was actually a disguise, and stealing batteries was merely a means to make a living. In truth, Zhou Steal Guevara's real identity was that of a military spy.

That's right. He was not of Chinese descent.

Zhou Steal Guevara's codename was Golden Bottle None, and Steal Guevara Zhou was his actual name.

Having come to China, Zhou Steal Guevara's primary mission was to use any means necessary to uncover military secrets of this powerful nation and, along the way, poach some talent from the country.

A while ago, he had deliberately allowed himself to be caught on the spot by police station officers while stealing an electric battery. When he first arrived in China, he had somehow heard that everyone inside the detention centers was full of talent and spoke so eloquently. Zhou Steal Guevara had believed it. Thus, he intentionally got himself locked up with the aim of selecting some talented individuals from within to follow him back to his own country.

However, after spending some time in there, Zhou Steal Guevara gained nothing at all. Moreover, he hadn't escaped a fair share of beatings, and the food was terrible.

After getting out, just as he was preparing to steal a few batteries to sell for a grand meal, he ran into Old Wang.

Everything Old Wang had said sounded like sheer fantasy to him. Based on all the knowledge he had acquired, combined with Old Wang's wild claims, he concluded that the fellow was full of crap.

Yet, the coincidence was that besides being a spy, Zhou Steal Guevara was also a massive Ultraman fan. Ever since he was a child, Zhou Steal Guevara had loved watching Ultraman. In his heart, Tiga Ultraman was the eternal supreme deity.

Zhou Steal Guevara had always believed that there was light in this world and that Ultraman definitely existed.

The reason was simple.

Back during the series finale, he had once lent his light to Tiga. At that time, a six-year-old Zhou Steal Guevara had just shouted the name "Tiga" when his house suddenly suffered a blackout. The next day at school, after hearing his little friends talk about it, he learned that Ultraman Tiga had indeed been resurrected and defeated the monster.

From that day on, Zhou Steal Guevara believed in this matter with unwavering faith. He even suspected that every episode of Ultraman Ultraman was broadcast live. On this point, Zhou Steal Guevara had never wavered.

Hearing what Old Wang had just told him, Zhou Steal Guevara felt like a child who had been lost for many years and had finally found his family.

"I knew it! Ultraman definitely exists in this world!" Zhou Steal Guevara thought to himself.

Of course, amidst his excitement, he hadn't forgotten his mission.

"I'll join!"

Zhou Steal Guevara decided that he must join this Flourishing Wealth and Prosperity Family that Old Wang kept talking about. Not only would this allow him to gather more of the confidential secrets Old Wang mentioned, but he might even be able to poach a few talents.

It was killing two birds with one stone.

How wonderful!

The moment he imagined that he was about to render a great service, Zhou Steal Guevara smiled from the bottom of his heart. He felt as though he could already see a bright tomorrow waving at him!