Collapse
The thing that made his scalp tingle the most was that the jade plate had exploded, yet its aura remained.
What was going on?
He immediately grabbed the brocade box and opened it.
He forcefully pulled apart the lower section.
Something like a sachet appeared.
How could he fail to recognize it?
"Damn, I've been set up?"
"Fake Breath Pouch, Fake Breath Pouch—the aura was coming from this thing."
"Ah!!!"
"Damn!"
Qin Zhao was on the verge of collapse.
Everything had been swapped for an ordinary piece of jade.
Damn it, there was even an appraisal booklet!
Appraise my ass! This treasure wasn't even an antique.
The key was that the other side was truly shameless.
When he opened the appraisal booklet, the certificate inside actually dared to state one word: "Fake."
Wasn't this treating people like idiots?
"Ah!!! Scammers, scammers, damn it!"
Qin Zhao immediately got dressed and charged outside.
After reaching the ground floor, he rented a car directly from the hotel and slammed on the accelerator, speeding toward the winding mountain road in the suburbs.
He gritted his teeth all the way.
"Damn it, you dared to trick me? You're seeking death, you bunch of bastards!"
His speed was absurd, and he drifted the entire way.
This wasn't over. It was absolutely not over.
If he did not kill them today, then his name was not Qin Zhao.
"Ah!!!"
Qin Zhao's fury surged to its limit as he clenched his teeth.
The car sped up the winding mountain road.
It was utterly quiet.
Just as he charged to the mountaintop in one burst and was about to demand an explanation from them,
the sight before his eyes made him briefly think he was dreaming.
The manor from before had now become ruins.
It had been burned