Soon, seven minutes had passed.
Chen Miao had already returned to the bus. He didn't time it to the second; in this strange environment, his feeling of safety had decreased significantly, and he wouldn't take any risks until he had a clearer understanding of the situation—even if it meant his haul might be smaller.
Safety first.
In fact, he was also feeling somewhat unsure, knowing well that no one had ever successfully made it through the trip on the hellish 'Hell Bus' from ancient times to the present. He had little confidence that he would survive, but since he was drawn into this, he couldn't just sit and wait for death to come.
"..."
Sitting in his seat, Chen Miao silently watched through the window those who were still picking up treasure chests. He couldn't see Hungry Monkey anymore—the first passenger he intended to deal with at this stop had disappeared without a trace.
That saved him some trouble.