Chapter 1869 Not The Seets
Gale said, “I took her when Evan wasn’t paying attention. I stuffed her mouth with a cloth in case she screams.”
“Is her blood really useful?” Steven ran his eyes suspiciously up and down the length of Joy.
“We’ll find out when we try.”
Gale carried Joy to the dragon statue and pricked her finger. Drops of blood dripped into the statue’s open mouth.
Steven stared at the dragon’s mouth with round eyes, anticipating for a miracle to occur. Hearing what was happening, Lucas urgently raced over with his men.
Seeing everyone staring at the dragon statue, he followed suit.
One minute had passed, then three minutes. Five minutes passed without anything happening.
“Maybe her blood is useless?”
“That’s right. Why didn’t it move otherwise?”
Frida glanced at Steven. “No way. This treasure is related to the Seets. So blood from any of the children of the Seet family should do.”
Lucas studied the engraved words beside the stone door. “It says only a key and Girin Blood are needed. It doesn’t mention anything about the Seets being the owner of Girin Blood.”
A calculating gleam flashed across Frida’s eyes. She frowned at the dragon statue with disappointment and sighed. “Why did it turn out like this? Why didn’t her blood work?”
“Could it be the Seet family aren’t the owner of Girin Blood?” Lucas glanced at Joy.
Gale was unwilling to give up. He pricked Joy’s finger again and dripped three more droplets into the dragon’s mouth. Everyone turned to the statue in anticipation. Nothing happened after a few minutes passed, and disappointed sighs echoed against the stone walls, amplifying their regret.
Frida put on a mask of disappointment. “I thought the Seets were related to the treasure, so I allowed them free passage in and out of Daemonic Mount. But it looks like there is no longer a need for them to stay here.”
“I’ll chase them out this instance!” Gale volunteered. He carried Joy into his arms and exited the cave.
Frida turned to Steven. “It looks like the information about the Seets related to the treasure is just a baseless rumor. The owner of Girin Blood is someone else. I’ll send my men to search again immediately and will inform you once I found. Keep the key to the treasure safe.”
“Don’t worry. I will.”
“That key is mine. Why are you the one keeping it?” Lucas objected unhappily.
“How is it yours? It’s in my hands right now,” Steven said with an indifferent look.
“It’s in your hands now because you used some underhanded methods to steal it from me. That key was given to me by Evan.”
Lucas glared at Steven.
The latter sneered with a cold smile, “Evan gave it to you? You sure have the galls to say that. You poisoned Davin and then threatened them with his life. Do you think Evan gave you the key willingly?”
Since we’re both no angels and used dirty tricks, then we can’t criticize each other. The key belongs to the one holding it.
“You! Steven, I was your assistant for so many years, and I never knew you were so shameless. You even have an excuse for stealing the key.”
“It’s not too late for you to know now. Oh right. Should we settle the score between us?”
“That’s fine with me! I know you brought someone with you, but I’m not scared. I brought someone with me too, and I also have a secret weapon. The worst-case scenario is both of us end up dead and go to hell together.”
Frida’s gaze danced between the two. “Settle your score off the mountain. Daemonic Mount is not a place for both of you to settle your personal grudge.”
“Steven, do you dare to head down?” Lucas challenged.
“Nonsense! Don’t think I’m scared of you just because you have the chip in your hands. Tell you what. The chip is useless now. Sally had given me an anti-interference chip invented by Kyle. All of our creations are useless against it. So get the thought of dying together out of your brain. You’ll only have your useless men descending into hell with you.”
