"Enough, Han Tu, don't waste words on this man! What's the use of talking so much to a dead man?" Zhou Rong gently shook his head.
"The young master speaks the truth!" Han Tu nodded and stepped aside.
"That's great! Zhou Rong, I never expected you to have this up your sleeve, now kill them immediately, and then we'll divide Lin Fan's treasures!" Gong Ling was overjoyed, hurriedly stepped forward with a face full of affection.
"Who said I'm going to share the treasure with you?" Zhou Rong smiled meaningfully, staring steadfastly at Gong Ling.
"You..."
Gong Ling's body trembled and he retreated three or four steps rapidly, his previously excited expression solidified.
In an instant.
He turned deathly pale!
Clearly, Zhou Rong did not consider Gong Ling one of his own.
He planned to monopolize the treasures!
