The choice was to have faith in his teammate's ability or his own judgment. With the time ticking down, Feng Bujue had to come to a decision soon. The internal struggle was more pressure applied by the system other than fear. Regardless of how Feng Bujue made his choice, the fact that he had chosen to tussle with the system meant that he had already lost. Because he had been distracted to consider something that he would never come to a concrete decision on, and that would only bring him danger.
Right then, the sound of a baby crying suddenly entered Feng Bujue's ears. He turned to the voice, and it came from the corner of the dark corridor that expanded before him. He did not hurry toward it but instead lowered his head to look at the time. It was 00:40:27. Another eighteen seconds, and he would have missed his chance to make the call.
