The sandglass did not explode.
When the countdown ended, a projection of a monkey beating a drum appeared on the sandglass, emitting a peculiar, cackling laughter.
In the corridor outside the studio, the crowded onlookers witnessed the scene and breathed a sigh of relief.
"We're still broadcasting!"
"Cut the signal, damn it, the Generals' embarrassed faces are being broadcasted!"
"The camera has been turned to the outside! The White Ghost is attempting to escape, and a fierce chase is underway!"
"Showing himself was a mistake, even if he can escape from the building under these conditions, how could he possibly escape from the surface?"
"Yes, he should have difficulty escaping."
The three Generals exchanged glances, and under the glow of the emergency lights, each revealed a slight smile.
