The risk of opening the coffin was far greater than the risk of slaughtering all his companions.
After opening the coffin, there was no telling what they might obtain. But if he killed all his companions, the Heaven Crystals would all be his...
Once he had the Heaven Crystals, he would no longer need to risk entering tombs and could still reap enormous profits.
Mo Hua pondered inwardly.
Greedy when greed was called for, steady when caution was needed; ordinarily low-key and unremarkable, yet when it came time to kill, resolute and decisive, never soft-hearted, employing every means to maximize profit and minimize risk—such decisiveness and viciousness were indeed no small matter.
As the saying went, when three people walked together, one of them was bound to be my teacher.
There were some things about Old Mo that were well worth learning.
A thread of respect rose in Mo Hua's heart. Then he looked at Old Mo and asked, "Are you going to kill me now?"
Old Mo smiled. "Young Master, you jest..."
Mo Hua asked, "If you kill me, you can keep all four Heaven Crystals for yourself. Do you truly not want to kill me?"
Old Mo found it strange. Why did this Young Master Mo seem so eager for him to kill him...
Still, he shook his head. "This old man is not someone who cannot distinguish worth from worthlessness. No matter how precious Heaven Crystals are, could they be more precious than you, Young Master? Besides, three Heaven Crystals are already in my hands. One more or one less does not truly make much difference..."
Old Mo glanced at Mo Hua. "Consider the Heaven Crystal in your hand payment for this journey."
Mo Hua was somewhat surprised. "You're that generous?"
Old Mo nodded. "Naturally."
Mo Hua