"It's been half an hour. They should be safe by now."
"They could leave the Ugly Country in just half an hour? There seems to be quite a distance to the ocean," Zhao Guang questioned curiously.
The person opposite laughed, "Of course they haven't left yet, but we had arrangements in place long ago. Half an hour is definitely enough. The Ugly Country's border is vast, and their numbers are small; it's easy to get out."
Hearing this, Zhao Guang felt completely at ease.
"In that case, we should also get ready to leave."
"Yes, sir, follow us, we will leave now. But since we're leaving later, we might not have as much time. Once people outside realize we're missing, they will quickly start pursuing us."
Zhao Guang hesitated, "What about those people, won't they die if they stay here?"
"That's right, they are already prepared, they're all part of the Deathpool."
