And Ding Ruolin had no idea about Ye Wudao's identity; she had merely sought refuge in his car after sustaining an injury, even using a knife to threaten him. That was how she came to know Ye Wudao.
Seeing Ye Wudao's terrifying demeanor just now, Ding Ruolin grew red with embarrassment upon recalling how she had actually dared to threaten him with a knife.
"Who on earth are you?"
Although the middle-aged man seemed composed, his palms were sweaty with nervousness, aware that they had encountered a formidable opponent today.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk... That's not the topic we are discussing today. Let's get back to the issue at hand, shall we? Did you wipe out the Jingmen a few years ago?" Ye Wudao spoke slowly.
The middle-aged man remained silent, his brows twitching as he eyed Ye Wudao, presumably guessing his identity. After a while, he finally spoke, "Yes, I did it."
"You lie!"
