Hearing these four words, Zhang Te's trusted aide, struggles once again to get up from the ground. However, this time he only managed to get halfway up before collapsing heavily back onto the ground.
He clearly felt his body weakening rapidly, and was distinctly aware of the murderous aura emanating from those around him.
He knew what he was about to face, but he did not feel the slightest bit of fear or panic. Instead, he calmly asked, "What's the time?"
"Oh? Mr. Zhang, do you want to know when your journey to the other side will begin? Well, I suppose that could be arranged..."
The robotic voice, as irritating as ever, delivered the antagonistically sarcastic words in a way that was profoundly unsettling.
"It is now twenty past one in the morning, Thai local time..."
Thai time, twenty past one in the morning, that would be twenty past two in the evening back home...Judging by the time, Han Jingnian and his wife should have arrived in the Maldives by now, right?
