"Of course! Big Ben and I were already..."
The words were just halfway out.
Trying to leverage his knowledge of the "Big Shot" for a way out of the dangerous situation, Iron Head suddenly realized there might be an unknown relationship between these two professionals and Big Ben.
If they were enemies, would connecting himself invite big trouble?
He quickly stifled his laughter, looked down, and lowered his confident tone:
"I met Mr. Ben a few years ago, but have since seldom..."
"Where is he? Take us to him."
Xia Nan and Wood, of course, weren't fools.
The bald man's behavior just now clearly concealed part of the truth.
They presumed he indeed knew Big Ben's address.
Xia Nan stood aside, silent, with an equally indifferent expression, devoid of any extra emotion.
Not just any ordinary resident living a stable life, it was better to be straightforward with these street hooligans.
"No, I really..."
Iron Head opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to argue.
