Char's voice wasn't loud, but Hao Jianren, who had been staring at Fang Chenyi and his companion, heard him clearly.
"Hahaha! Still acting tough, are we? If you don't hand over what you took from us today, you won't be taking a single step out of here!"
He patted Char's shoulder, signaling for him not to worry. Then, extending a hand toward Hao Jianren, he said:
"Your boss is the person in charge of Southern Airlines here, right? Get him on the phone, then give it to me."
Fang Chenyi's tone was frigid. Coupled with the menacing glare from Old Char at his side, Hao Jianren actually felt a flicker of fear. But calling his boss? 'That's out of the question.'
After a moment, seeing that Hao Jianren had no intention of making the call, Fang Chenyi stopped waiting. He took a quick step forward, his right hand shot out like lightning, and suddenly, Hao Jianren's phone was in his grasp.
He woke the screen, scanned Hao Jianren's face, and the phone unlocked.
