"I don't know either," Xu Wandao said with regret.
He had previously tried to contact Xu Lai through Gao He, the president of the East Sea City Martial Dao Association, but was told Xu Lai's phone was out of service. He couldn't be reached at all.
Xu Wandao cupped his fists and said, "I ask you, seniors, to please try and persuade Deng Xiaoyao. Perhaps he'll show you some deference."
"Deference? Humph!" Wang Fang's expression turned ugly as she snorted coldly. "We already went before you arrived. He said, 'My target is Xu Lai, but I don't mind killing a few more people.'"
"Deng Xiaoyao said he'll only wait until midnight," Zhang Suzi said. "For every minute he's late, a hundred people will die. For every hour, ten thousand will die. And if he's a day late, the entire East Sea City will be slaughtered."
"What?" Xu Wandao exclaimed angrily. "He must have the heart of a bear and the gall of a leopard to dare speak such treacherous words!"
