Zhan Lingge looked blankly at Qing Ting, not quite grasping her meaning.

This is a robbery?

This is a what now?

“Do you not understand my words?” She repeated herself, “Hand over your seed storage and all of your treasures.”

Zhan Lingge came to his senses.

“And if I don’t?” he forced out through grit teeth. Being defeated by his would-be battle servant was humiliating enough. If she then robbed him of his treasures, he might as well slit his own throat.

“If you don’t? Then I’ll…” Qing Ting turned to Lu Yun, who had nothing but a wry smile for her. She’d gotten too addicted to robbing others.

“If you don’t, we’ll strip you naked and hang you up here!” Qing Di stepped forward with a grimace...