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

on? Were the modern tomb raiders so rich that they could

good, but that

that he was not going to lose. "It's called the

speed was the decisive element for martial arts, and he really doubted

it. Empty your clip-if I'm still

now, but the circumstances were different now. He could see that all the treasures in this gang's bags were all imbued with a curious form of energy, which was why the snakes were chasing them down

tale-even if one could not get everything right, it was hardly possible to get everything wrong either. If these tomb raiders soz much as picked up a different piece, those snakes

hear

Shirt traded glances with his friends

already strange enough for them, only for the people that they run into to prove even stranger.

up and start shooting," Frank

whispered into his

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spiritron vein, but dealing with guns was also