"Sorry, can you stop the car?" said Xian urgently.
Without asking any questions, Lance reached for a button on his passenger side door and pressed it. A moment later, the car stopped.
"Thanks, sorry," Xian told him, distracted as he took out his phone and searched for a name in his Contacts. Soon, he had his phone pressed to his ear while looking out the back window.
The call connected. As it began to ring, he clearly saw how the masked and capped guy looked down at his pocket mid-speech.
That confirmed it for Xian.
After taking out his phone, Will Crafter seemed to debate with himself whether to answer the call or not. In the end, signaling for the guy he was with to keep quiet, he took the call.
From the other end of the line, Xian heard a huge and convincing yawn. "'Sup, bruv?" Wi
