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!"

and whipped out a handgun, training it directly on

a double take-what was going on? Were the modern tomb raiders so rich that they could

around is good, but

hand, Red Shirt started threatening Frank and Sylvie, seemingly convinced that he was not going to lose. "It's called the circle of life-the rat

and he

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

likes of Red Shirt by 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

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

hear that

traded glances with his friends

they run into to prove even stranger. After all, the kid actually believed that he could win against a

and start shooting," Frank

into his

in

did he have the protection of the spiritron vein, but