“Call someone here?” Mr. Lanyon snorted coldly in disdain, “Why? You still want to call for help?!”
Charlie laughed and said, “It’s not a helper. Don’t you want to know of Dillion’s whereabouts? I can make a call right now and arrange for someone to bring him in.”
Solomon sneered and said, “Kid, you are really courting your own death. Do you think that you will be able to get out safely if you just make a phone call to bring your helpers here? Let me tell you that no one, not even God, will be