The leader of the black-clad men took a step forward, his eyes filled with scorn and greed, muttering something under his breath.
Shen Jingqi translated for Lin Yue, "He said if we hand over the item, we can live."
Lin Yue was taken aback; she hadn't expected this group to be after the Divine Artifact. She instinctively tightened her grip on Shen Jingqi's arm and whispered, "Shen Jingqi, what do we do? They seem to know we have the Divine Artifact."
Shen Jingqi patted her hand, signaling her not to panic. He looked at the group of black-clad men and said, "The Divine Artifact is something we obtained through countless hardships. Why should we hand it over to you?" His eyes revealed a hint of determination, as if telling them he would never easily give up the Divine Artifact.
The black-clad man sneered and said, "Just the two of you think you can keep the Divine Artifact? Utterly foolish." With a wave of his hand, the men behind him drew their weapons and began to surround them.
