Watching his so-called brothers and nephews threaten and pressure him with words, all for the sake of the family's resources, Xia Shangwen felt utterly disheartened—even heartbroken.
"Shangwen, hand over the key to them," an elderly man seated in a wooden wheelchair sighed softly from the side.
"But Sixth Uncle…"
"Do as I say."
"…I understand."
Though Xia Shangwen didn't understand why his Sixth Uncle wanted him to hand over the key to the resource vault, he chose to obey. After all, it was this uncle who had cared for him when he lost his parents at a young age.
"Here's the key!"
With a flick of his wrist, Xia Shangwen produced a jade key and tossed it into the air.
Whoosh!
Xia Changfei was the first to move, snatching the key from midair.
"Hand over the key!"
Xia Changyue narrowed her eyes, her sword leaping from its sheath. She gripped it firmly and pointed it at Xia Chang Fei from a distance.
