Knocking at the door, the police officer who had gone to arrest Ye Luo walked in, looked at Zeng Fang and said, "Director, we've brought back the item."
Holding a box, the officer placed it on the coffee table. Situ Ao hurried over to open it, and a dazzling emerald light shimmered captivatingly—it was indeed that emerald.
Zeng Fang, looking at the peerless treasure that was rarely seen in decades, flashed a look of astonishment in his eyes. The owner of the jade shop beside him was also filled with a fiery gaze, but he didn't dare harbor any greed, for he wouldn't know how he'd die otherwise.
"Heh heh, the emerald, in the end, still fell into my hands. You're still too green to fight with me," Situ Ao said with an emerald in hand and a cold smirk on his face.
"Come, let's go see that kid, I want him to understand clearly that in this Capital City, there's nothing Situ Ao wants that he can't get."
Situ Ao hummed coldly and got up to walk out.
