C665 Nineteen Eighteen

After the electronic screen was turned on, the timer started. The time displayed on the screen was one minute, less than one minute. If the decoding failed, the first chance would be cancelled.

Hou Xingyu's forehead was instantly drenched in cold sweat, his slender fingers quickly tapping on the keyboard.

Time flowed on, the numbers jumped so fast that one would feel dizzy.

Ten, nine