With Sheng Xing's words trailing off, the room fell into silence.
He looked at Bo Leng, a sharpness glinting in his vigorous eyes.
By taking over his position, Bo Leng would possess infinite wealth.
Sheng Xing refused to believe he wouldn't be tempted; after all, in these five years, he had not let Bo Leng learn any other skills. Bo Leng could only raid tombs, becoming a thoroughgoing tomb robber.
Under Sheng Xing's expectant gaze, Bo Leng spoke indifferently, "Uncle Xing, I'm not interested in your position. The reason I came to you is to say that I want..."
Sheng Xing's phone buzzed urgently. He raised a hand to signal Bo Leng to remain quiet and answered the call, "Yu, what's the matter?"
"Dad, I got my hands on five cultural relics in the ancient tomb, but someone has discovered me, come and save me!"
Sheng Xing stood up abruptly, "Wait for me, I'll send Bo Leng to rescue you right now."