One minute.
Five minutes.
Ten minutes.
Half an hour whizzed by in the blink of an eye.
By now, Headquarters of Hell had become restless. The angels clearly knew that Xu Hu and his people were not imprisoned in the Headquarters of Hell. Ye Xiaofei and his group were merely walking into a trap, yet why didn't they go and tip them off?
Could it be that there was another move to play?
"King Yama, my old friend, it seems you can't sit still anymore."
The angel stood up, smiled gently at King Yama, and said, "Time's up, you can go now."
"Time's up?"
After hearing these words, King Yama felt a thump in his heart. If the angel knew Xu Hu wasn't at the Headquarters of Hell, why would he waste time here with him?
No, something's not right; Xiao Fei must have a backup plan.
He quickly stood up and ran into the distance, ready to drive away, but then he discovered that all four tires of his car had been slashed.
