Zhao Yu and His Desperate Counterattack

"Boss, thirteen minutes passed!" Li Xiusheng's men reminded him, "Two more minutes to go!"

"Yes!" The other said, "The rope had been extended to its longest length. That guy could have been frozen to death, or drowned. Should we pull the rope back?"

"I believe, in this case, the probability of finding the Gold Buddha is not more than zero point zero one percent," another man said. "We should not have listened to that guy! To be honest, his analysis sounds reasonable, but after all, hundreds of years has passed, the Gold Buddha would probably have been taken away."

"No! Cough... " Li Xiusheng looked at the Taoist priest from a distance, shook his head, and said, "Our Taoist priest is so well-informed. If the Gold Buddha really did appear, he would surely set out to find it!"

"Hmph!" The Taoist priest twisted his head with a self-satisfied smirk on his face.