From the beginning, Luo Yang had felt that the two people who came looking for Hong Jiaxin harbored ill intentions.
At least now, it had been confirmed that the square-faced man and the long-haired woman had come with malice. As for whether they were Hong Jiaxin's relatives, that remained uncertain.
"Call Hong Jiaxin's father, I want to talk to him," Luo Yang demanded.
The square-faced man and the long-haired woman looked at each other.
Neither of them had ever taken out a mobile phone, nor had any ringtone sounded.
Seeing Luo Yang lift his foot to kick, the square-faced man hurriedly said, "I'll call, I'll call."
He had already broken at least three ribs, and a few more kicks from Luo Yang would injure his organs.
Immediately, the square-faced man took out his mobile phone and dialed.
Upon connecting the call, only to hear the square-faced man say, "We failed, there's a strong fighter here. He wants to speak with Hong Zhong."
