"I thought you had something important to say. Hasn't that sickly old bastard always had one foot in the grave?"
"I mean he really is about to die."
At that, an unreadable glint flashed in Qin Yingguang's eyes. "How soon?"
"I calculated that he should originally have died of old age around the middle of this year. But he exhausted more of his strength in the battle Outside the Safe Zone. He won't live another three months."
"That's still too long." Qin Yingguang shook his head. "Three months was enough for Qin Siyang to go from a nobody to a serious threat. God knows what will happen over the next three months. Ander, that reassurance of yours isn't nearly potent enough."
"Three months is my most conservative estimate. Besides, he'll spend his final month bedridden. Nearly twenty more days have already passed, so he only has about a month left in which he can act. Once that's over, you won't have to worry about the Qi Legion anymore, and Han Huizhi will come over to your side of his own accord, turning everything around. How does that sound?"
Yet Qin Yingguang frowned at the rosy picture Ander painted. "Just what is your Sequence Level?"
"Beyond your imagination. Even if you don't know me, you can ask any of the First-Batch Chosen Ones about my strength. Working with me will be the best decision you ever make."
Qin Yingguang nodded slightly and questioned him no further.
Meanwhile, the man at the center of their conversation, Qi Tian of Zone 10's Qi Legion, was also talking to others.
Qi Tian reclined in his wheelchair, a quilt wrapped around his knees, his eyes clouded beneath half-open lids.
He seemed to lack even the strength to hold his phone, so his little black phone