The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Red Shirt thought that Sylvie and the rest were agreeable at the prospect of getting rich. As such, he lowered his backpack and unzipped, revealing the gold and gems inside.

Unlike antiques, these could be melted and sold for money!

"You're crazy!" Sylvie rolled her eyes.

"Oh, come on!" Red Shirt retorted in annoyance. "You don't have to snap like that!"

"So what if I do? Even the tomb raiders in movies wouldn't sell the good stuff to foreigners! You people don't have any principles, and that's sickening!"

Red Shirt glowered. "Don't bite off more than you can chew, lady!"

"No, no, no. Please let me have a bite," Sylvie retorted.

As the leader of an archaeological team, she naturally thought differently than the gang of tomb raiders. In her mind, artifacts had no monetary value-only historical —and selling them was an utter waste, which was why she despised tomb raiders.

"You asked for it!"

Shirt was incensed and whipped out a handgun, training

on? Were the modern

you keep around is good, but that doesn't mean we're the type who screw around

and Sylvie, seemingly convinced that he was not going to lose. "It's called the circle of life-the rat fears the cat, but

for martial arts, and he really doubted that Frank was fast enough

betting on it. Empty your clip-if I'm still alive, you're telling me who

Red Shirt by now, but the circumstances were different now. He could see that all the treasures

right, it was hardly possible to get everything wrong either. If these

I hear

glances with his friends before

the people that they run into to prove

and start shooting," Frank

his ear, "Please don't push yourself. The body won't

smiled in wry

have the protection of the spiritron vein, but dealing with guns