The five youths, who just moments ago had been shouting about who to mess with and getting his whole family, were all stunned. Their eyes darted back and forth between the phone screen and Zhang Chenghu.
Zhang Chenghu's face went from its normal color to flushed red, then to a livid shade of purple, and finally to a deathly white.
He glared at the phone screen, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles cracked. His nails nearly dug into his palms.
The youth with the phone only then realized what he had said and scrambled to put it away, but it was too late.
"L-Let me see…"
Zhang Chenghu's voice, squeezed through gritted teeth, was so cold it made one shiver.
Not daring to disobey, the youth tremblingly handed the phone over.
