On the rooftop, Vasco soon opened his eyes. Naturally, he couldn't accomplish much in such a short time... He had probably just sat there a little longer and replenished some of his strength.
He wasn't that reckless. He wouldn't dare meditate and cultivate in front of an enemy without looking for anything at all—at least, not if the enemy were someone else.
But the mysterious young man before him was different. His instincts told him that as long as he didn't take the initiative to attack, the other party would be quite happy to maintain the current peace.
And...
Judging from the other party's attitude, it seemed that once ten minutes had passed, he wouldn't interfere in this matter anymore. Ten minutes was enough for Vasco to have absolute confidence in Father Stra.
If Stra could be captured so easily by the people of the Black Order, then the name Iron Fist Stra would never have been engraved in the records of Divine Might Prison.
It was a name that made many dark creature overlords in Divine Might Prison tremble.
"You don't seem... worried about that woman at all." Vasco frowned. "Are you really that certain she can succeed?"
Although he was one hundred and twenty percent confident in Stra, the mysterious man before him had already surpassed his understanding... Deep down, he actually felt more uneasy than anything else.
But Boss Luo only smiled faintly and didn't answer Vasco's question.
He only needed to hold Vasco back for ten minutes. Whether Lamias ultimately succeeded or failed was irrelevant—the details of the agreement couldn't just be revealed casually.
That was the most basic principle of a transaction.
Seeing this, Vasco knew he couldn't get any more answers from the other party... He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, and