chapter 29 He is more noble than the general

"Good boy, just wait for me." Chris eyes were filled with anger. It seemed that only a few harsh words could hide the deep fear in his pupils. Chris took out his cell phone from his arms and quickly dialed a number. "Hey, uncle, I'm in some trouble..." Chris got through the phone and started talking to the other person about what happened here. "Hey."Anselm Casson took another sip of ginger soup and called Chris. "Call more people. There are fewer people. I don't think it's enough...