Time, pushed back a little.
An open space on the outskirts of the forest.
Pompo Annie, with her short ear-length hair, was standing with a medium-sized suitcase at her feet. Beside her stood Nancy with a ponytail and Gro with his dead-fish eyes, each with two large lead boxes beside them.
Quiet, waiting.
One minute, two minutes, three minutes...
After a dozen minutes, Gro's dead-fish eyes had evolved into dead-sheep eyes, his pupils so bored they were about to turn into vertical lines. Unable to hold back, he spoke up and looked at Annie, asking, "I say, why hasn't your side's contact arrived yet?"
"Shut up." Annie replied coldly, giving no face.
Gro felt stifled, wanting to get angry, but he knew he was definitely not Annie's match, and his companion Nancy beside him was also unlikely to help, so he reluctantly shut his mouth.
Fine, shut up, just shut up! When the time comes, even if you ask me to speak, I won't, unless you beg me!
Gro consoled himself in his heart.
