Rong Zhi stopped abruptly, his pupils contracted sharply, and his gaze was as sharp as a falcon's, gleaming with cold light.
"Bo Yuheng, stop."
Bo Yuheng's eyes were bloodshot, and he was on the verge of losing control. The veins on the back of his hands looked like they were about to burst.
"Sang Yuwan, hand over the goods. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless."
Upon hearing this, a murderous glint flashed in Rong Zhi's eyes.
He remained calm and gripped the dagger in his coat pocket with his right hand.
Sang Yuwan suppressed her inner turmoil, a slight smile playing on her lips, and calmly said, "Second Uncle, I can give you the things."
Rong Zhi's pupils contracted slightly, and he pushed away the scabbard of the dagger with one hand.
Bo Yuheng's face darkened, and a flash of bloodlust appeared in his eyes. "Where is the thing? We'll go get it now."
Sang Yuwan raised an eyebrow and pursed her lips. "Second Uncle, weapons are dangerous. If they accidentally go off, none of us will survive. Let Second Master go get them."
Upon hearing this, Rong Zhi pursed his lips and silently tightened his grip on the dagger. He stared at Bo Yuheng, his gaze as deep as the sea under the cover of a cold winter night, suppressing the raging waves.
Bo Yuheng hesitated for a few seconds before agreeing to Sang Yuwan's proposal.
"Rong Zhi, don't try anything funny. I'll give you five minutes. If I don't see what I want within five minutes, Sang Yuwan will die immediately."
The fierce voice was like the low groan of a vengeful ghost struggling to emerge from the abyss, carrying an indescribable chill and cruelty.
Sang Yuwan smiled slightly and said calmly, "Second Master, the things are in the study. In the cabinet at the bottom of the desk."
She paused, then added, "A combination lock box."
Rong Zhi's gaze fell on her face, a faint smile appearing in his deep eyes. "Okay. I'll go get it right away."
In an instant, his aura surged, like a vengeful ghost from a battlefield. His eyes were chilling and bloodthirsty, even more ruthless than Bo Yuheng's.
“Bo Yuheng, if you dare to lay a finger on her, I will tear you to pieces.”
Bo Yuheng looked at him, a chill running down his spine. He gritted his teeth and growled in a low voice, "Rong Zhi, enough nonsense. Five minutes, not a second more."
Sang Yuwan replied calmly, "Second Master, go quickly."
Her tone was calm, and her pace was neither too fast nor too slow.
Rong Zhi nodded silently, then turned and ran towards the second floor.
In less than a minute, he went up to the second floor.
He had lived in the Bo family home for twenty years and was very familiar with everything in the main house.
I unlocked the door with my fingerprint and entered the study.
He rushed to the desk, half-squatted down, and opened the cabinet door on the left.
Sure enough, there was a silver document locket inside.
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downstairs.
Sang Yuwan's temples throbbed. She took a deep breath, forcing a smile to suppress her inner turmoil.
"Second Uncle, would you like to sit down and wait?"
Bo Yuheng's facial muscles twitched twice, making his face appear extremely distorted. His eyes widened, as if they were about to spit fire. The whites of his eyes were bloodshot, and his pupils were constricted, like two cold stars in an abyss, revealing endless anger and fanaticism.
His brows furrowed, veins bulging on his forehead, and he roared fiercely, "Sang Yuwan, you shut up!"
Sang Yuwan calmly asked, "Second Uncle, do you know what Bo Qingmei gave me?"
Bo Yuheng's gaze darkened, his nose twitched slightly from his rapid breathing, and his nostrils widened as if he wanted to inhale all the world's discontent and resentment. "Shut up."
Ignoring his warning, Sang Yuwan continued, "To be honest, I don't know either."
Bo Yuheng's jaw tightened, his teeth clenched so tightly that you could hear the faint grinding of his teeth. "Sang Yuwan, if you say another word, I'll kill you."
Sang Yuwan frowned slightly, a cold glint flashing in her eyes, gone in an instant.
Five minutes is a very short time.
Eager to obtain Bo Qingmei's belongings, Bo Yuheng felt that every second was exceptionally long.
He raised his bloodshot eyes and glanced at the second floor. The veins on his forehead bulged, like writhing snakes.
He had wanted to live in this place since he was a very young child. This desire only intensified as he grew older.
Unfortunately, the Bo family rules dictate a strict order of seniority and distinguish between legitimate and illegitimate children.
No matter how hard he tried or what price he paid, he could never move in here.
When the old man died, he joined forces with Bo Hanshan to seize power.
Unexpectedly, the plan was suppressed by Bo Yuanshan before it could be implemented.
We finally got to see Bo Yuanshan die, and now Bo Xingzhi has appeared.
He didn't expect that the young Bo Xingzhi's scheming skills were in no way inferior to Bo Yuanshan's.
Bo Xingzhi also died three months ago.
This time, he was full of confidence.
Unexpectedly, Sang Yuwan, the widow of Bo Xingzhi, became pregnant.
Even more terrifying is that Rong Zhi, who died in a car accident six years ago, has miraculously come back to life and returned to the Bo family.
After several struggles, Bo Yuheng knew that he would live here for the rest of his life and control the Bo family.
He also knew that Sang Yuwan and Rong Zhi would definitely not let him go.
Shen Yilin told him that Bo Qingmei had handed over the "Bo Group's" slush fund to Sang Yuwan. Shocked, he decided to take the plunge, grab the slush fund, and flee far away.
Bo Yuheng's lips were tightly pressed together, a cold smile curling at the corners of his mouth, but that smile concealed a chilling aura, as if a cold laugh came from the depths of hell.
Sang Yuwan felt a surge of anger, but her face remained calm and composed.
The sound of sharp footsteps rang out, and the air seemed to tremble slightly from the vibrations of those footsteps.
Everything around was enveloped by this invisible aura, making it appear exceptionally quiet yet tense.
Bo Yuheng frowned deeply, his arms stiff. His bloodthirsty eyes turned to Rong Zhi, who was striding towards him.
He quickly noticed the briefcase in Rong Zhi's hand, his pupils tightened, and his eyes flashed red.
Rong Zhi's steps were sharp and powerful. Each step he took was like a heavy hammer striking the hard ground, the echo carrying a metallic quality, crisp and forceful.
He stopped five steps away from them, raised his wrist to check the time, "Bo Yuheng, four minutes and fifty-nine seconds."
Bo Yuheng took two heavy breaths. "Open the box."
"You know the password?" Rong Zhi stood tall and handsome, his cool eyes filled with anger.
Bo Yuheng paused for a moment, then asked Sang Yuwan, "What's the password?"
Upon hearing this, Sang Yuwan pursed her lips, a disdainful sneer curling at the corner of her mouth. "Second Uncle, as I just said, I don't know what's inside."
"Speak." Bo Yuheng tightened his grip, the dark muzzle of the gun almost piercing Sang Yuwan's forehead.
Sang Yuwan looked at Rong Zhi, her dark, obsidian-like eyes gleaming. "Bo Qingmei didn't tell me the password."
Rong Zhi's expression was cold, his dark eyes filled with a strong sense of danger. "Bo Yuheng, how about I blow up the box?"
"No way." Bo Yuheng roared in a low voice without hesitation.
Sang Yuwan narrowed her dark eyes, revealing a sharp, cold edge. "Second Uncle, of the three of us, you know Bo Qingmei best. Why don't you give it a try?"
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