Reaching Consensus, The Invincible Method of Overwhelming the Few with the Many

"Seventy percent is mine. You take thirty!"

Uncle Boya grew anxious. He had worked his tail off finding treasures, only to get thirty percent for himself—wouldn't that make him no better than a stinking beggar?

And from what Ling Xiao meant, even seventy percent wasn't enough for him. What a beast!

Not leaving this mouse a shred of room to live.

"I only get thirty percent?" Ling Xiao froze for a moment, then sneered.

"Fifty! Fifty at most. Otherwise, even if you kill me, I won't work my hardest for you."

The huge rat shouted with a deeply aggrieved expression, his gaze incomparably resolute, carrying the air of one who would rather die than submit.

"My Treasure Mouse Clan has had enough of being driven by others, living like oxen and horses—diligently searching for treasures for people, only to end up with a miserable fate.

"So I swore long ago that from this day onward, I would stand on my own and never search for treasure for anyone else again.

"For Brother Ling Xiao, I can make an exception today, but it must be an even split. Otherwise, there will be no compromise."

At that moment, Uncle Boya looked strong, though there was a trace of cowardice beneath it. He did not seem to be joking.

Hearing this, Ling Xiao's expression shifted slightly, and he suddenly asked, "What is Bo Xuntian to you?"

The person he mentioned was precisely that miserable treasure-seeking mouse recorded in the Ten Great Exotic Beasts Record.

The moment those words came out, Uncle Boya suddenly fell silent. An intangible deathly stillness spread from him, along with an indescribably tragic air.

Seeing this, Ling Xiao already had his answer.

"That was my grandfather," Uncle Boya replied flatly, but a bloody haze had already clouded his pupils,