Glancing at the young man who was wincing in pain, Glenn Hutchinson pulled out his mobile phone and made a call. The other party had just about started to speak when he cut them off, his voice cold, "Pull out your company's surveillance footage."
With that, he abruptly hung up the call.
On the other end of the call: "..."
Damn, could he not let one finish their sentence?
"Password."
Picking up a mobile phone from the young man, Flossie Wright unlocked the screen to reveal a pattern lock. She unconsciously furrowed her brows, handing the phone back to the young man.
"Hmph!"
The young man shot her an irritated glance. He didn't spare the screen even a glance, making absolutely no move to reveal his password.
They beat him up and now have the audacity to ask for his password?
