"What's going on?" he couldn't help muttering. He had been so sure of victory, but now, his brain was starting to spin.
Something was wrong with him. Very wrong. He'd never been so flustered. In fact, he wanted to get down on all fours.
The foreigner beside him was warm and kind. Seeing that something was wrong, he asked him politely, "Are you unwell, sir?"
He couldn't care less. He didn't have time to be distracted. If he continued, Sheng Yang would find out his location in minutes. Even if it was inevitable, he had to delay it a little longer. He remembered that the final deadline was 24 hours.
