The young man smiled and said: "Don't worry, look closely. I'm calling!"
With that, he began to dial the phone, and after it rang for a while, someone picked it up. The young man started talking: "Uncle Pan, it's Xiao Fei! I need to talk to you about something?"
When the other party responded, he continued: "Here's the thing! I was out doing nothing, and I stumbledupon a gang that was stealing oil... no, they are not from our village... why do you care what I am up to? I ran into them and I couldn't just ignore it right... yes, I captured all of them... I'm fine, why should something happen to me? But those guys, some are bumped and bruised. Some may have broken arms or legs, and some may have minor external injuries... Nothing too serious, at most they may be disabled, no one will die..."
Listening to this, Old Yang couldn't help but grimace. The image of the sly innkeeper looking at him sleepily vanished in an instant, even recoiling a bit...
