Zhou Ning, with her face being gripped, showed a humiliated expression, glaring at her hatefully.
"Let Sister Ning go!" The thin man beside her lunged over.
"Take one more step, and I'll crush her," Xu Huo said, lifting the person off the ground with one hand.
The thin man looked at him warily, "What do you want to know? I'll tell you!"
"We've never heard of this Holy Sword Society you're talking about. We're here to find Sister Ning's brother. I followed you because you carry Ah-Xiao's scent," he said.
"Scent?" Xu Huo thought of the wallet, "How do I know if what you're saying is true or not?"
"I'm not lying!" The thin man pulled out his phone, scrolled through it, and threw it at Xu Huo's feet, "I have backup chat logs. Ah-Xiao had arranged to trade tickets but then disappeared!"
Xu Huo looked down and saw that the address was near the motel in the old district.
"I found a wallet here a few days ago and turned it into the police station today."
