"What… what?"
The driver was panicking inside, yet he feigned ignorance on the surface.
"Not talking, are you?" Wang Ye's hand tightly gripped the driver's throat, making it hard for the driver to breathe, yet he released it when necessary and then repeated the action.
After a few times.
The driver, gasping for air under Wang Ye's icy gaze, finally said, "I… I'll talk, I'll talk!"
He knew Wang Ye might not kill him.
But to keep going like this was even worse than death, a torment both to the body and soul.
"It was Wu Bufeng who sent me here."
"Wu Bufeng?"
Wang Ye uttered with confusion.
It was different from the few people he had just suspected.
Moreover, he did not remember offending anyone named Wu Bufeng.
"Tell me everything you know!"
Next, the driver told Wang Ye all the information he knew.
Wang Ye had too many methods, and the driver simply couldn't withstand them.
In the end, whatever Wang Ye asked, the driver replied.
