"Boss, it's better if you make the call, they're targeting you," the designated driver said.
"Okay, I'll make the call," Xu Yang nodded, took out his cellphone, and was about to dial.
"Big brother, please don't call the police, okay? We just gambled and lost, and in a moment of folly, we did this. We will never do it again, we will surely turn over a new leaf, work hard, and live well. Besides, you're not hurt, please don't call the cops."
The man with the buzz cut pleaded with a face full of remorse.
"I don't care if this is your first time or not, you did it, and you have to face the consequences," Xu Yang had no sympathy for these people.
For such people, prison is the best destination; otherwise, there is a good chance that there will be another victim.
Today, he was lucky that the designated driver he found was a former special forces soldier and had been a mercenary, easily taking care of these men.
