The fat man laughed obscenely, "Brother, I want a bowl of udon noodles and a pill of Sildenafil."
"Shit." Dongye Yuusei was so speechless that he twisted the corner of his mouth and motioned to the dyed-blond man with a nod of his chin, "Hey, you got all that, right?"
"Got it, got it all." The dyed-blond man, already tied up like a dumpling, nodded feverishly like a pecking chicken.
It didn't matter if they planned to have their way with his girlfriend; he was now willing to be attacked from both sides.
Dongye Yuusei waved his hand, "Give him the phone."
The skinny one pulled out his own mobile phone and thrust it into the dyed-blond man's hands, "Put it on speaker and don't think of playing any tricks."
"I wouldn't dare, definitely wouldn't dare." The dyed-blond man shook his head repeatedly, his fingers trembling as he dialed Yamamoto Nai's number and as soon as the call connected, he blurted out, "Nai!"
