Seeing Sikong Jing standing there in a daze, Su Xuefeng assumed he had guessed right.
"If this grandpa of yours isn't mistaken, you still have treasures on you, don't you?"
"And when you obtained those treasures, you kept them hidden from General Qiu Ye, didn't you?"
"This grandpa was thinking—if General Qiu Ye finds out about this, it'll definitely be troublesome. Why not let me keep them for you first? Then even if Qiu Ye comes looking, he won't find any evidence."
After saying that, Su Xuefeng stared at Sikong Jing smugly, wearing the expression of someone who had seen right through him.
Using Qiu Ye to threaten him—was he scared or not?
Only after hearing this did Sikong Jing suddenly understand. This old bastard had tied up Yuexi and his father- and mother-in-law because he believed Sikong Jing still had treasures and wanted to seize them for himself.
Seeing Sikong Jing's dark expression, Su Xuefeng grew even more pleased with himself, convinced his guess had been dead on.
Narrowing his eyes, Su Xuefeng continued threatening him. "I know you still have a trump card you can use to fight us to the death. Don't you dare use it, or I can't guarantee my darling granddaughter's safety."
With cold eyes, Sikong Jing seemed to obediently withdraw his killing intent, his expression gradually calming.
He had faced countless battles, great and small, and often had to negotiate with experts and ministers from enemy nations.
The current situation was nothing more than child's play to him.
As long as Su Yuexi was not in danger, Sikong Jing could remain calm and composed.
Thus, he asked in return, "How do you know I still have a trump card to fight to the death with?"
Before Su Xuefeng could speak, Su Zhengtao beside him