A few minutes later.
"Are we hitting him now?" the gang leader looked at Li Dayan, who was sweating in pain, with a cold face and asked.
"Even if you beat me to death, I won't make the call!" Li Dayan gritted his teeth and said.
"Ha, do you think I can't deal with you if you don't call? Get his phone out for me," the gang leader sneered.
Li Dayan realized what was happening and quickly pulled out his old Nokia phone from his pocket, intending to throw it off the rooftop. However, one of the gangsters had impressive reflexes and caught the phone in mid-air.
Soon, Li Tingting's phone number was found.
"Put his other hand on the rooftop for me," the gang leader said coldly to his men as he dialed Li Tingting's number.
"Brother Biao, don't be in a rush. Let me take a call, and I'll be right back with you..." the call connected, and a voice faintly said.
Then Li Tingting's exasperated voice rang out, "Hey, old man, why are you calling me so late?"
"Crack!"
