The fat man gritted his teeth, "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just curious about the story. Why are you saying it's me?"
Curious about the story?
Cheng Lie pressed his lips together. He didn't speak, but the bodyguards holding the fat man from both sides twisted his arm forcefully.
The fat man began to wail in pain.
He felt as if his hand was going to be torn off, and to prevent him from screaming, the people on both sides stuffed his mouth.
Sweat poured down his forehead from the pain.
"Still not talking?" Zhao Pan asked.
The fat man gritted his teeth, "I'll talk, I'll talk!"
These people were clearly looking for trouble, nearly twisting his arm off. If he didn't talk, would he leave alive?
"I actually don't know who it is. There was someone who asked me to inquire about some information online for two hundred bucks. I just did as I was told."
"What does that person look like?"
"He was wearing a hat, I couldn't see what he looked like," the fat man said.
