What do you do when you can't hold the scene together anymore?
What do you do when your attempt to impress fails and someone points a gun at you?
Cheng Daqi could only resign himself to fate, making the call with a do-or-die attitude.
"Temir, it's up to you to save me now."
"I'm in a hurry, the kind you can't even imagine."
However, the phone kept ringing without connecting.
Thor's gaze was icy cold, his thinking limited by his narrow perceptions and views.
Cheng Daqi's move was directed at Gru, not at Thor, not Gru's underling.
But Thor couldn't see the true purpose behind Cheng Daqi's actions. To him, the loud-mouthed man seemed to be courting death.
Finally, after ten seconds of ringing, the call connected.
The tension in Cheng Daqi's nerves finally eased, and a composed smile returned to his face.
Connection successful, the most difficult step had been accomplished.
Now, he could seize the opportunity and demonstrate the art of language to Thor!
