Bei Ling didn't expect Zhou Yu to actually have him call for help.
His eyes brimming with a dark shade, he immediately took out his cell phone to make a call as if he feared Zhou Yu would change his mind.
After making the distress call, Bei Ling thoroughly relaxed.
"Kid, you're done for; my dad already knows I've gotten into trouble here, and he'll be bringing people over right away."
Zhou Yu spoke indifferently:
"I'm not concerned about whether he brings people, but he'd better bring money or else..."
Zhou Yu's lips lifted slightly, but he said no more.
He turned to look at Tang Long.
"Who are you? What do you do?"
At this moment, Tang Long was ghostly pale from the blood holes in his legs, sweat dripping profusely.
"I... was originally Song Zhongcheng's man, now I'm with the Letian Association."
"Song Zhongcheng?"
Zhou Yu was taken aback.
That name sounded very familiar.
