"Hmm!"
Xia Hongyao shook her phone: "I called Uncle Zhao, he said he would arrange something. What do we do now?"
"Let's wait!"
Lin Baici was a bit worried, unsure if there would be enough time.
Several people chatted idly to kill time. Fifteen minutes passed, and still no one had arrived, then Eater God spoke up again.
[Ten minutes left until the pollution outbreak, countdown begins.]
[600!]
[599!]
...
It sounds like a lot, but this is in seconds, it goes by quickly.
Lin Baici furrowed his brows: "Hongyao, push that Uncle Zhao again, otherwise we might not make it."
"Okay!"
Xia Hongyao obeyed Lin Baici without question and immediately took out the phone to call.
After a brief conversation, Xia Hongyao reported: "Uncle Zhao said he's already arranged someone!"
"When will they arrive?"
Lin Baici pursued the question.
"He said it should be soon!"
