C833 It Belongs to Me

As the seconds ticked by, the ten minutes given to Zhao Sanjin by the black-robed guard were running out. After the initial exchange with the black-robed guard, Zhao Sanjin had reason to believe that. . . The black-robed guard was a man who would absolutely keep his word. He had promised that he would not give Zhao Sanjin another second for ten minutes!

If this stalemate continued