"I said there's only 4 minutes left until the agreed time. When is your wealthy friend coming?"
Frank, sitting in the chair, glanced at the time on his watch with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth. Frank was aggressive, like a rooster about to claim victory.
In his mind, he seemed to already envision the ridiculous sight of Zhang Beixing crawling out of here next.
"Isn't there still 4 minutes left? What's the rush?"
Zhang Beixing calmly said, as if the bet between them didn't concern him at all.
"Do you think that kid from the Ministerial Federation Clan can really make it on time?"
Leng Bing wasn't worried about Zhang Beixing's strength, but an incident like this in public was indeed embarrassing.
"The old man of the Federation Clan knows how to choose. If their people can't show up on time, then there's no need for the Federation Clan to exist."
