With a snap, he hung up the phone, clicked it off, and threw it into the trash bin by the roadside.
Li Chengyi picked up the Flying Yi and the tin can, glancing at the several human-shaped packages that had fallen unconscious on the ground in the alley, not moving.
"Three, that should be barely enough."
Of course, he wouldn't go to the messy address someone gave on that phone call, which was just a random address he blurted out, aimed to bamboozle Long Shangui and have him make a few extra detours to eliminate most of the ambush.
Standing at the entrance of the alley, Li Chengyi looked at his phone.
"The time is about right, I need a car now."
His gaze roamed the streets.
Before, when kidnapping, storming out of the Peaceful Waters, he literally scrapped a dozen fearless punks eager to strike it rich and insane, only then was he able to take Long Shangui's son out.
