Wang Mengjiao had just seized a silver key. For the moment, he could not tell which was better, the Golden Key or the silver key.
But judging by their numbers, he could more or less make a distinction: the silver keys were clearly more precious.
They now knew there were only a little over a hundred silver keys. Just now, he alone had seen seventy or eighty keys shoot out.
There were also those he had not noticed, and some of the people who had escaped from below had obtained a few as well.
It could be said that even if Huang Xiao and the other three still had any, they could not have many left.
He understood that perfectly well, but he did not want to let the four of them off so easily.
Huang Xiao had clearly played him when breaking the formation earlier, and he could not swallow that anger.
"Even if you didn't get many keys, surely a few dozen would be no problem," Wang Mengjiao said mildly. "There are only four of you, yet you have dozens of keys, while nearly ten thousand of us here have fewer than a hundred to share. No matter how you look at it, that's hardly reasonable."
"Hahaha!" Mu Fucheng laughed loudly. "What a fine scheme. You Old Fools really are something else. Dozens? Are you going to give them to us? We only have these few in total."
"No matter how many you got, it's still considerably more than we did." Wang Mengjiao's face darkened. "If you don't hand over a portion, ask everyone here whether they'll stand for it."
"We won't!"
"Hand them over!"
Wang Mengjiao was very pleased to hear the voices around him.
"It's not as though we aren't giving you a chance. Hand over