At this moment, at Changchun Temple.
As time progresses, Ning An, who seemed to have little chance of winning initially, appears even less likely to turn the tables.
The mood of the viewers in the live stream room gradually sinks along with the setting sun.
In contrast, the worms from Korea act as if they've been injected with hormones, squirming around.
"Hey, just stop struggling, what's the point?"
"You simply can't, even if we give you the schematics for this high-tech product, you probably can't even make the materials."
"I'm dying of laughter, get ready to watch Chairman Han go in for the incense offering."
The netizens from the Dragon Country are all gritting their teeth, but there's a sense of helplessness rising within.
After all, at this point, they truly can't manufacture the aircraft carrier arresting cables.
As the sun is about to set, Han Mingzhe steps up and speaks in very fluent Dragon Country language, "Daoist Ning, it's getting late."
