As Bai Ruyan's voice fell, a series of clattering sounds emerged, as if metal hinges were pulling on something.
Following that, a thick metallic door of the Zhao Family's vault cracked open, and a figure squeezed out from inside—it was none other than Zhao Bin.
This fellow was carrying a large snakeskin bag, stuffed and bulging with unknown treasures he had taken from their vault.
However, when he saw the long line of people standing outside the door, especially upon noticing the old man, he was stunned, and the snakeskin bag dropped from his hand with a thud.
"Second... great-uncle, why are you here too?"
The old man grimaced and huffed, "I've been here all along, I was here even before you went in."
Zhao Bin stood frozen, as if struck dumb; he had thought his actions went unnoticed, only to realize they had been discovered long ago.