"M-Master, if I tell you, will you spare my life?" Ouyang Wenqiang asked boldly.
"Courting death!" Zhang Xiaohao snorted coldly.
He lifted his right foot and stomped hard on Ouyang Wenqiang's left knee.
Crack!
"Ah!!!" His knee was crushed, and the pain made him scream out immediately.
"I'll give you three seconds. If you don't speak, there's no need to say anymore!" Zhang Xiaohao said indifferently.
"I'll talk! I'll talk! I'll tell you everything!" Ouyang Wenqiang said fearfully.
Facing Zhang Xiaohao's cold eyes, Ouyang Wenqiang was inwardly furious, thinking viciously.
"If I suffer, I'll make sure you suffer too!"
Thinking this, Ouyang Wenqiang spoke with resentment.
"The Ouyang Family ordered me to come! Before this, you and the owner of the Zhenxian Building, Yang Mini, teamed up to harm that little bitch Ouyang Molin. Her subordinate reported this to that old bastard from the Ouyang Family! So, this scene was set up!" Ouyang Wenqiang said.
