Chapter 337 Who Is the Fool? (4)

The wind was roaring. The rain was pouring. In the wind and rain. The building of the Prosper Chamber of Commerce stood there. It was violently slapped by the storm. Outside the window. The wind howled. Inside the window. It was deathly still, and the atmosphere was cold to the extreme. Looking coldly at Russell, whose legs were weak and trembling, causing him almost to fall to the floor, Trent kept a straight face and said indifferently. "You've got two minutes left." Russell looked at Trent, who was very close to him. Russell didn't dare to imagine what crazier thing this madman would do once the time was up. Russell rolled his Adam's apple as if to moisten his throat with saliva. He hastily looked around and swept his eyes over the dozens of strong men who had slumped on the ground like dead.