“Toe, you only have five minutes.” Zack reminded him.
Toe had no conception of time at all. He didn’t know what minute meant. But he was clear with one thing: to explode the leader to death. So he would definitely think of ways to make sure he had handed the bomb to the leader before it exploded.
Toe waved goodbye to them with his left arm without looking back.
Looking at the view of his back, Elvis thought of the things that had happened to them in the past few days. He thought of the nickname he had given to him. He thought of the only good thing he did to him was that he had given him a pair of shoes and socks.
Elvis stared at Toe, a warrior who might not be able to make it back.
Soon, Toe entered a passage formed by disciples and some important forces.
They were
