Inside the banquet hall, it was empty and deserted; all the foreign guests, bodyguards, and etiquette ladies had already left!
The leftovers on the long table had been cleaned up thoroughly, and now the entire hall had only Xia Guolong and Lovich remaining!
Lovich took out a box of exquisite Cuban cigars from his pocket, lit one for himself, and then handed one to Xia Guolong!
Swirling smoke rose slowly, carrying a delicate fragrance.
Yet, a deep bitterness spread across the face of Russian President Lovich as he looked at Xia Guolong and said softly:
"Brother, our time is running out!"
"Yes, not much time left..."
Xia Guolong, at this moment, was not as fierce as before. His emotions were extremely calm, even giving a deathly calm impression, but in his expression, there was a hint of inexplicable and confusion:
"My countless compatriots in China, I wonder how many will survive this catastrophe?"
