"Old..."
Zou Huaide wanted to say something, but before he could, a cold snort came from the other end, and the call was disconnected.
The beeping sound echoed clearly in the extraordinarily quiet cave.
Looking at the phone so close to him, he didn't even have the courage to call back, fearing that by returning the call, he would anger the boss, and they would lose the three-day grace period.
"..."
For a moment, the cave was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
All the human traffickers had expressions like they had just swallowed a fly.
At this point, Li Wangxin broke the silence, "No need to panic, everyone. We should be able to manage in three days."
As he spoke, he pointed to the calendar.
Today was the 13th.
The 12th was circled in red, and the 13th in black.
