"Do you think we would reveal his whereabouts?" Everest Zuck glared fiercely at Donald Meskill, realizing at this moment that those of little significance have no power to decide their own fate.
"Indeed, you wouldn't betray a friend. It seems you have a close relationship!" Donald Meskill let out a sinister laugh, then said indifferently, "Go back in and take their cell phones."
"Swoosh swoosh swoosh—" This time only three or four people went in, and they quickly brought out four cell phones.
The reason there were four was that Everest Zuck himself had two.
Everest Zuck and Faye Webb, as well as Jerome Hart, who was spitting blood, all knew what Donald Meskill was about to do, but they were powerless to stop it.
When Donald Meskill flipped to the second cell phone, he smiled, then dialed the number stored in it, gently lifting it to his ear.