A moment later, he couldn't even lift his arms.
Brandon Brent was startled and immediately thought of Greg Jensen's words, his lips trembling, "Quick... make a call."
"Right, I'll call an ambulance."
Seeing his pale face, Little Wild quickly took out his phone, ready to call an ambulance.
But Brandon Brent angrily said, "Who the hell told you to call an ambulance, call Greg Jensen, hurry up!"
"Who is Greg Jensen?"
"You moron, can't you just look it up in my phone?"
Scared out of his wits, Little Wild hastily found Greg Jensen's number on his phone and dialed.
Greg Jensen was about to go to bed, saw the call from Brandon Brent, didn't even think, and just hung up.
For someone as capricious and petty as Brandon Brent, if he didn't taste the torment of a thousand ants gnawing at his heart, he wouldn't completely submit.
Meanwhile, Brandon Brent, seeing Greg Jensen had hung up, quickly redialed.
But this time, Greg Jensen had turned off his phone.
