The group immediately abandoned their doubts upon hearing these words, charging forward like ravenous wolves.
Nail Head stood by the entrance, a strange smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
The treasure hunters who arrived first watched with a hint of anticipation, their feet unconsciously moving, ready to join the fray at any moment.
Fang Cheng stepped aside, giving way to the fastest runner among them.
The man was as skinny as a monkey but incredibly agile, darting out from the crowd in a flash and sprinting to the stone platform, snatching up the golden bottle with lightning speed.
Then his face lit up with wild joy, and he blurted out:
"I've got it!"
His voice was so excited that it changed pitch.
Seeing this, the others' eyes turned red instantly, gathering around with the intention to snatch it was evident.
"Ah Liang, Little Tiger, protect me!"
