"Understood, Mr. Knight."
Koras's steps came to a halt at that moment.
Fang Hong's heartbeat nearly stopped as well. He stiffly glanced outside, realizing this did not bode well.
In the live broadcast room, ever since Fang Hong entered the workshop, the outside could no longer see the situation inside. But people could clearly see Koras approaching the workshop step by step, the small square merely three or four strides away for him.
The two guests were equally tense, not remembering the last time they experienced such shared anxiety.
A commentator on the side, finding a piece of paper from somewhere, looked at it and stammered, "Dear viewers, due to sudden events, our contestant is attempting to foil a conspiracy orchestrated by the Dragon Worship Sect."
