But Zhang Xuanhe and the other four paid them no heed.
The old fellows had shed the gloom they wore when they stormed off earlier. Smiling now, they headed straight toward Chun Xiaobai, who lay on a boulder.
"Well... Chun Xiaobai, there's something we'd like to discuss with you."
With a foxtail grass stem between his lips, Chun Xiaobai could not even be bothered to lift his eyelids. His voice was flat. "If you've got something to say, spit it out. If you've got gas, let it rip. Don't disturb this Great King while I'm planning my next job!"
At the mention of the next job, their eyes lit up.
They had been right to come back!
They had almost missed out.
Chun Xiaobai gave them a sidelong glance.
How could he not know what these five old fellows were scheming?
He had offered them only a billion earlier instead of letting them share the profits precisely because he knew that, once they tasted the sweetness, they would never want to leave the boat.
This line of business had been pioneered by none other than Chun Xiaobai.
One Demonic Artifact, one set of fake armor.
As long as they had the planted evidence firmly in hand, the spirit stones would come knocking on their own. It was no different from picking money off the ground.
Unless someone was brain-dead, who would willingly walk away?
These five old fellows had taken a quarter of an hour after leaving to figure it out. Their age was clearly slowing their wits.
Zhang Xuanhe rubbed his hands together, wearing a fawning smile.
"Well... could you take us along on this job too?"
"Huh?" Bai Jin'er and the others were stunned.
Hadn't these five old fellows been complaining that a billion was too little, pulling