Mr. Rong, please stay. Miss Sang doesn't want to be a widow.

Rong Zhi paused for a moment, his pupils shrank violently, and his gaze was as sharp as a falcon with a cold light.

"Bo Yuheng, stop."

Bo Yuheng's eyes were red, his emotions close to being out of control. The veins on the back of his hands were about to burst.

"Sang Yuwan, hand over the things. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless."

When Rong Zhi heard this, a hint of murderous intent flashed across his eyes.

He remained calm and held the dagger in his coat pocket with his right hand.

Sang Yuwan suppressed the panic in her heart, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and said calmly, "Second Uncle, I can give the things to you."

Rong Zhi's pupils shrank slightly, and he pushed the scabbard of the dagger away with one hand.

Bo Yuheng's face darkened, and a flash of bloodshot flashed in his eyes. "Where is the thing? Let's go get it now."

Sang Yuwan raised her eyes slightly and pursed her lips, "Second Uncle, swords and guns have no eyes. If a gun goes off accidentally during the fight, none of us will survive. So, let Second Master go get it."

Rong Zhi pursed his lips upon hearing this, silently tightening his grip on the dagger. He stared at Bo Yuheng, his gaze plunging deep into the sea beneath the cold winter night, weighing down the raging waves.

Bo Yuheng hesitated for a few seconds and agreed to Sang Yuwan's proposal.

"Rong Zhi, don't play tricks. I'll give you five minutes. If I don't see what I want within five minutes, Sang Yuwan will die immediately."

The cruel voice was like the low groan of a ghost struggling out of the abyss, carrying with it an indescribable coldness and cruelty.

Sang Yuwan raised her lips and said lightly, "Second Master, the things are in the study. In the cabinet under the desk."

She paused, then added, "A password box."

Rong Zhi's gaze fell on her face, and a faint smile appeared in his deep eyes. "Okay. I'll get it right away."

In an instant, his imposing presence unleashed, like a fierce ghost from a Shura field. His eyes were cold and gloomy, murderous and bloodthirsty, even more ferocious than Bo Yuheng's.

"Bo Yuheng, if you dare to touch a hair on her head, I will tear you into pieces."

Bo Yuheng looked at him, feeling a chill run down his spine. He bit the back of his teeth and growled, "Rongzhi, stop talking nonsense. Five minutes, not even a second of delay will do."

Sang Yuwan replied calmly, "Second Master, go quickly."

She spoke in a calm tone and at a steady pace.

Rong Zhi nodded silently, then turned and ran towards the second floor.

In less than a minute, he reached the second floor.

He had lived in the Bo family for twenty years and was very familiar with everything in the main house.

I unlocked the door with my fingerprint and entered the study.

He rushed to the desk, half squatted down, and opened the cabinet door on the left.

There was indeed a silver document lock box inside.

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downstairs.

Sang Yuwan's temples throbbed. She took a deep breath silently, forced a smile at the corner of her mouth, and suppressed the panic in her heart.

"Second Uncle, do you want to sit down and wait?"

Bo Yuheng's facial muscles twitched twice, his face contorting. His eyes widened as if to spew fire. The whites of his eyes were bloodshot, his pupils constricted, like two cold stars in the abyss, revealing endless rage and fanaticism.

His brows were furrowed, veins popping out on his forehead, and he snarled fiercely, "Sang Yuwan, be quiet."

Sang Yuwan said calmly, "Second Uncle, do you know what Bo Qingmei gave me?"

Bo Yuheng's eyes darkened, his nose twitching slightly due to rapid breathing, his nostrils dilated as if to inhale all the dissatisfaction and resentment in the world, "Shut up."

Sang Yuwan ignored his warning and said to herself, "To be honest, I don't know either."

Bo Yuheng's jaw was clenched, his teeth clenched so tightly that one could even hear the subtle sound of teeth grinding against each other. "Sang Yuwan, if you keep talking, I'll beat you to death."

Sang Yuwan frowned slightly, and a cold light flashed in her eyes, disappearing in a flash.

Five minutes is a very short time.

Bo Yuheng was eager to get Bo Qingmei's relics, but he felt that every second was particularly long.

He raised his scarlet eyes and glanced at the second floor. The veins on his forehead bulged like a winding snake.

He had wanted to live in this place since he was a child, and the desire became even stronger after he became an adult.

It’s a pity that the Bo family’s rules have an order of seniority and a distinction between legitimate and illegitimate children.

No matter how hard he tried or what he paid, he could never live here.

When the old man died, he joined forces with Bo Hanshan and prepared to seize power.

Unexpectedly, the plan was suppressed by Bo Yuanshan before it was implemented.

After finally waiting for Bo Yuanshan to die, Bo Xingzhi comes along.

He didn't expect that the young Bo Xingzhi's planning skills were no less impressive than Bo Yuanshan's.

Three months ago, Bo Xingzhi also died.

This time, he was full of confidence.

Unexpectedly, Sang Yuwan, Bo Xingzhi's widow, was pregnant.

What's even more terrifying is that Rong Zhi, who died in a car accident six years ago, came back to life and returned to the Bo family.

After several fights, Bo Yuheng knew that he would live here for the rest of his life and control the Bo family.

He also knew that Sang Yuwan and Rong Zhi would never let him go.

Shen Yilin told him that Bo Qingmei had handed over the "Bo Group's" treasury to Sang Yuwan. Shocked, he decided to take the treasury and flee.

Bo Yuheng pursed his lips tightly together, a cruel smile forming on his lips, but that smile contained a heart-pounding chill, as if it was a sneer coming from the depths of hell.

Sang Yuwan's heart was filled with anger, but his face remained calm.

The sound of sharp footsteps rang out, and the air seemed to tremble slightly due to the vibration of these footsteps.

Everything around was shrouded in this invisible aura, appearing exceptionally quiet and tense.

Bo Yuheng's brow furrowed, his arms stiff, and his bloodthirsty eyes glared at Rong Zhi, who was striding towards him.

He quickly noticed the password box in Rong Zhi's hand, his pupils tightened, and his eyes were red.

Rong Zhi's steps were sharp, and every step he took was like a heavy hammer hitting the hard ground, and the echo had a metallic texture, crisp and powerful.

He stopped five steps away from them and looked at the time on his wrist. "Bo Yuheng, four minutes and fifty-nine seconds."

Bo Yuheng took two deep breaths and said, "Open the box."

"Do you know the password?" Rong Zhi stood tall and handsome, his cold eyes filled with two balls of anger.

Bo Yuheng was stunned for a moment, then asked Sang Yuwan, "What's the password?"

Sang Yuwan pursed his lips upon hearing this, a sneer of disdain appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Second Uncle, I just said, I don't know what's in here."

"Speak." Bo Yuheng exerted force with his arm, and the black muzzle of the gun was about to pierce Sang Yuwan's forehead.

Sang Yuwan looked at Rong Zhi, her eyes as dark as obsidian flashing with luster, "Bo Qingmei didn't tell me the password."

Rong Zhi's expression was cold, and his dark eyes were filled with a strong sense of danger. "Bo Yuheng, how about I blow up the box?"

"No." Bo Yuheng growled without thinking.

Sang Yuwan narrowed his dark eyes slightly, flashing a sharp cold blade, "Second Uncle, among the three of us, you know Bo Qingmei best. Why don't you give it a try?"