Zhou Zihan followed Mu Chen's gaze and saw that the person Mu Chen was looking at was his own cousin, Zhou Ziheng. The corner of his eye twitched. He glanced at the pair of white boots, then at the Storage Ring on Zhou Ziheng's finger, but his feet felt rooted to the spot, as if turned to stone.
'Never mind the value of the boots; he wasn't willing to hand over that ring alone, let alone both. Why? Because that ring very likely contained something his aunt had sent for his father. If he had Communication Fireworks on him right now, this whole situation could be resolved. But, of course, he'd found them too troublesome to carry and had only let his eight guards bring them. The guards did indeed have Signal Fireworks on them now, but he was certain the man before him would never give him the chance to take them out.'
"That's it!"
A glimmer lit up Zhou Zihan's eyes, but before his thought could translate into action, Mu Chen nonchalantly interrupted his next move.
