Here, there are no Huaxia antique shop rules—no one is absolutely prohibited from snatching something held by another.
Yang Yi flipped his hand, dodging Victor's grasp. He was already feeling anxious, and quite impatient.
The ISIS soldier glanced at the two men in front of him, then said, "There's something inside, black, heavy, like a block of iron. I brought it out."
Black, cross-shaped, similar in size to the golden box, smooth with no markings, but very heavy.
Yang Yi's heart raced. He never expected to find what Aaron was looking for here.
A coincidence? That's too much of a coincidence.
Before Yang Yi could speak, Victor urgently said, "The box is his; I want what's inside. Give it to me now!"
The soldier hesitated and asked, "How much are you offering?"
"How much do you want? No, let's talk over here."
