Every minute Stephen wasted here, the soldiers at the front line were in greater peril.
Therefore, he needed to resolve the current predicament swiftly.
"Big sister..." Despite his young age, Mus was no fool.
He could clearly see the current balance of power.
Even though they had the numerical advantage, his instincts told him that the opposing five could still make a clean escape.
Natalia remained unresponsive, her silence casting a heavy pall over the atmosphere, elongating the moment into what seemed an interminable wait.
This protracted silence eventually took its toll on Stephen, whose patience appeared to be fraying at the edges; this was evident from the deep furrow that formed between his brows, signaling his growing impatience and perhaps frustration with the stagnant situation.
