The entire thing took less than fifteen seconds!
"Damn it, who said anything about that? You bastard, if you scare him so badly he pisses himself, I'll never forgive you."
Sally cried out angrily. "I hate that stink more than anything. I only bought these clothes today, and my perfume from the Buddha Kingdom..."
Fan Qiang trembled, his legs shaking. A searing heat shot through his groin. From the waist down, he could no longer feel a thing.
If someone had told him he'd soiled himself in terror, he wouldn't have been surprised in the least.
But a miracle occurred. Though Fan Qiang's legs shook like he had the ague, he hadn't lost control at all.
After Sally's scolding, Beck put away his gun with a disgruntled look. Clearly wary of her, he said nothing.
Sally, meanwhile, asked gently, "Are you all right? Don't mind those brutes who only know how to fight and kill. They're the worst. I love chatting with elites like you. It makes me feel more refined already. So, Mr. Manager, are you going to make that call?"
"Yes, yes!" Fan Qiang stammered, reaching for the phone.
"Don't be nervous. Look at you, sweating buckets. Want me to wipe your face? You won't be able to manage the call like that..." Sally asked with a giggle.
Fan Qiang's face stiffened into a smile. "No need, no need. I'll do it myself!"
He took a tissue and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. The fat man might have looked pathetic, but how easy could it have been to build his family's Benevolence Hall into what it was today?
He was certainly nowhere near as feeble as he appeared. Seizing the moment, he forced himself to calm down.
He was in trouble whether he made the call