Green-Haired looked at her in shock. Forget it, your connections work in vocational and First Middle School, but they're utterly useless here!
He should call the boss though, heard his dad's an official, should be able to pull some strings over there.
"Boss, how's your injury? I'm telling you—"
"Snap!"
Green-Haired's call connected, but before he could finish speaking, his phone was smacked out of his hand.
He stared in astonishment at the back of his hand, which was reddened.
That overbearing hussy stepped on his phone with one foot, shattering the screen and cutting off the voice inside, darkening the display.
"Trying to call for help? Not happening!"
"My phone!" Green-Haired looked at his latest model phone turned into junk, his face slowly filling with rage as he reached out to hit her, "I'm so pissed, don't think I won't hit you because you're a woman!"
"You owe me a phone!!"