"Two minutes and 48 seconds left." Avril Lavigne glanced at her watch again.
Damn!
Seeing her like this, he couldn't help but feel a surge of anger, longing to slap her across the face, kidnap her, and have Guo Qilang subject her to the 108 gruesome tortures of the Qing dynasty to coerce her into surrendering the Tianyuan Stone.
However, he reminded himself that impulse was the devil. There was no certainty that such an act would be successful. And unless absolutely necessary, violence must not be used.
But, just over two minutes, could he persuade her to sell him the item?
Unlikely!
He must not mention the Tianyuan Stone, absolutely not, lest he scare her off. At present, his task was to pique her interest and lay a solid foundation for future contact.
What should he say?
While he was thinking, Avril checked her watch again and said, "Mr. Li, you have two minutes left. If there's anything you want to say, please say it quickly, or I'll leave."