A lightning bolt swept across the sky, with thick clouds veiling the expanse above Jiangcheng City. A downpour was imminent.
Wang Bingbing stood in front of the train station plaza, looking up at the overcast sky and frowning, "It's about to rain. Why hasn't he arrived yet? Damn it, making me wait so long!"
She had been waiting at the train station for twenty minutes, but the other party still hadn't shown up.
In the entire underground world of Jiangcheng City, absolutely no one dared to make her, Wang Bingbing, wait for twenty minutes—unless they were ready to face the wrath of the Ice Snow Queen.
"Only 30 seconds left before our appointed time. Where is that damned bastard? Does he dare to stand me up? He's asking for death!" Wang Bingbing gritted her teeth in anger.
If it weren't for the fact that the other party was ranked among the top ten masters in the Dark World, Wang Bingbing would have already chosen retribution.