"These gold pieces were picked up at the risk of my life, give them back to me!"
Old Li snatched the gold from Chu Yan's hand, eyeing them guardedly.
Qin Zhao snorted coldly, "What's the use of finding this gold? You're a tomb robber, aren't you still going to jail?"
Old Li's face turned pale instantly; under the current circumstances, he had absolutely no chance to run away.
When they came, Qin Zhao and Shangguan Qiu first took a taxi to the suburbs of Imperial City, then reached the small town by taking a bus.
Chu Yan, however, had driven his own private car.
That Bentley exploded at Qi Ling's doorstep, so he bought a new car later.
Chu Yan's car was parked at the foot of the mountain, where he took the driver's seat and Qin Zhao sat in the passenger's seat.
Old Li and Shangguan Qiu sat in the back, and just as they settled in, Old Li suddenly cried out, "I need to use the toilet. I haven't had a chance since entering the tomb, and I can't hold it any longer."
