The car sped away so fast that by the time Ye Xiong emerged onto the road, it had already turned a corner and disappeared from sight.
He immediately panicked.
This was the provincial capital, not Jiangnan.
If he were in Jiangnan City, he could find Luo Weiwei and have her pull up highway surveillance footage to track them, but here, he didn't know anyone.
Even if he could find someone, he feared by the time he located Tang Ning, she might be tortured beyond recognition.
Ye Xiong went back to the late-night food stall and directly approached the owner, demanding, "That long-haired punk who was just here, who is he? Where does he live?"
The owner, a burly man in his thirties, seemed too afraid to offend the punk and shook his head, "I don't know him."
"Who is he?"
Ye Xiong roared, slamming his hand down hard on a table nearby.
The sheer force caused the entire table to collapse.
The owner's face turned pale from fright.
