"Let's split everything in half and we won't make things difficult for you." A deep hoarse voice shouted, pointing his weapon at Mao Yun.
At the center of a grand hall, dust and debris scattered everywhere. Mao Yun stood surrounded by a group pointing their weapons at him.
Looking at their greedy faces, Mao Yun sneered. "This belongs to me. Stop spouting nonsense. If you want to fight, bring it on."
He might not have a hot temper like Zhang Wei, but he was no coward. He pointed his spear at the group with disdain playing on his lips.
If they thought they could pressure him with their numbers, they were wrong.
"Humph! Then die." A woman in her mid-thirties shouted and pounced on Mao Yun.
Mao Yun was lucky to find a room filled with treasure while others who entered the palace could only settle for the scraps. Some did not even find anything.
Looking at the bulging bag behind Mao Yun with a few weapons. How could they control their greed?
