At the container area of the dock, atop a high tower, Lostan, dressed in a leather outfit, was surrounded by several similarly attired individuals, while below them, the containers were lined with warriors of the Fang Guild.
In front of Lostan, Xu Ruolan and Xu Xiaoqing, bound by ropes, were standing in front of him, both women glaring at him furiously.
"Ladies, there's only one minute left of the agreed time. If Asura does not arrive, then I am sorry, but this will only prove that you are not important enough to him!"
Lostan, like a graceful gentleman, spoke apologetically to the two women.
However, neither Xu Ruolan nor Xu Xiaoqing responded to Lostan's words at that moment; they just stared coldly at him.
"Only thirty seconds left!"
Lostan began the countdown.
"Twenty-nine, twenty-eight, twenty-seven...fifteen, fourteen..."
Lostan's voice grew louder, eventually echoing throughout the entire container area.
