Although he thought this way, waiting still made him uncomfortable. The feeling was truly torturous, like days stretching into years. Only a few minutes had passed, yet the old goblin felt as if an entire afternoon was almost used up.
Finally, the two planes slowly flew into the distance, having been circling continually, but their center point of the circle gradually drifted away from above the old goblin's head.
The annoying buzz of the plane engines gradually diminished, and the old goblin's mood slowly relaxed: another crisis averted, yet another lucky day.
As the two planes flew further away, the old goblin also breathed a sigh of relief. He lifted his foot, about to step forward, when he happened to spot a bizarre-looking metal can lying not far from him!
It was a cluster bomb from the Great Tang Empire, still unexploded, lying there perfectly intact, motionless as if posing no threat.
