Floral Shirt frantically shouted for Mountain Eagle to stop, and Mountain Eagle, amenable as ever, moved the gun barrel away from Floral Shirt's knee...
Looking at Tiffany, who was very uncomfortable by the side, Mountain Eagle spread his hands and said, "This gentleman is not able to use his hands and feet, help him take out his cell phone."
Tiffany frowned and searched on the yelling Floral Shirt, flipping out a cell phone from his pocket, an old-fashioned slider phone.
Mountain Eagle took the phone in his hand, looked at it, and pulled up the call log...
Looking at those unnamed numbers, Mountain Eagle brought the phone to Floral Shirt's face and said, "Which one is your boss's number?"
Floral Shirt's consciousness had already been shattered by the pain...
These Replacers living in the United States, compared to those Mountain Eagle had seen in Thailand, might be even more frantic, but when it came to their tolerance for physical pain, they were far inferior.
