Chapter Five Hundred Seventy-Seven: Honoring the Bet After Losing
"Nice phone. Weren't you just about to make a call? How about you lend it to me and let me make a call first."
Situ Qingfeng disdainfully glanced at the number the fatty had just dialed, a cold smirk appeared at the corner of his mouth as he directly erased the number, running his fingers over the Arabic numerals randomly.
"Hello, it's me, Situ. There's an internet café here that I suspect is operating illegally. Also, there are issues with its security and various other facilities. There might be additional problems."
The words of Situ Qingfeng were simple and somewhat crude, and after speaking, he immediately hung up the phone.
People nearby, upon hearing Situ Qingfeng's words, were completely dumbfounded, including the internet café owner, who was also dumbstruck. He didn't even try to snatch back his phone or continue with his idea of calling the thugs from outside to deal with this troublesome guy.