At this very moment, Y had no idea what to say. Damn it, he had run into a ghost today! What was he supposed to do in a situation like this? Other than continuing to stare blankly, he seemed to have nothing else to do. He didn't, but Qin Fen did.
Big Chef raised an eyebrow. "Looks like you don't have any evidence. Then let me tell you what's on this phone. There are several text messages on it, sent by me. I can tell you exactly what they say! That proves the phone is actually mine."
Text messages? What text messages? Y's mouth fell open. Fuck, the other party had called, and he had missed it perfectly. His heart instantly went cold. Not just anyone could match the code phrase! What if he said the wrong thing? What would the seller think? Y could practically see Yan Bing's sinister grin.
"Give me the phone! Give it to me now! I'm warning you, if you don't give it to me—"
Before Y could finish, Female Hooligan stood up and waved the phone. "Sir, I don't know what you're trying to do, but I can tell you clearly that I've already called the police!"
Damn it. Y's expression turned ugly. He lowered his head, and a gloomy glint flashed through his eyes. You brought this on yourself! With that thought, he turned and left without looking back. Any method of getting the phone back would do—except letting this get exposed!
He found an alley and sank into the shadows, staring fixedly at the restaurant across the street. His hand unconsciously slipped into his pocket.
Looking at Big Chef in the distance, Y's lips curled upward. The smile was thoroughly unpleasant, carrying a bloody aura that was downright terrifying. Veins even bulged