Guan Hongtu looked at Han Zheng, slightly surprised.
He had thought he was the only one to have found this place.
Clutching his fist, Guan Hongtu laughed loudly, "Boy from the Demon Cleansing Bureau, I don't know whether you are lucky or unlucky.
This treasure belongs to me, Guan Hongtu. Do not contend for it, otherwise, I will not hold back.
A few hundred taels of silver as your monthly salary from the Demon Cleansing Bureau isn't worth your desperate struggle."
Guan Hongtu's boast was arrogant, but it was different from Guo Zhen's kind of arrogance.
His was filled with intense self-confidence; he truly believed that Han Zheng was no match for him, and although fortunate to have found this place, was destined not to obtain the treasure.
The young talents of the Demon Cleansing Bureau, like Su Wuming, Guan Hongtu was aware of, but they definitely did not include the likes of the man before him.