In the back of the crowd, Xu De anxiously watched the slow-moving line ahead, occasionally glancing up at the sky.

"Hurry up, this line is way too slow," Xu De thought impatiently, feeling that the terrifying old man from earlier might still be chasing him.

The more he thought about it, the more anxious he became.

"Hey, buddy, how much longer do you think it'll be until it's my turn?" Xu De tapped the person in front of him and asked.