"What's wrong?"
Yao Zhenfeng looked at Liu Jinghao.
Liu Jinghao's face was ashen. He took a deep breath and said, "Old Master Yao, something big has happened!"
"Half an hour ago, Iron Fist Feng Dao entered our hotel's underground garage and destroyed the surveillance cameras around Ms. Qin's car."
"His target is probably Mr. Su Chen!"
Yao Zhenfeng's expression changed drastically as he stood up abruptly.
"Li Yiting, let's go to the underground garage!"
Then, they rushed out of the door.
Ring ring ring…
At this moment, Yao Zhenfeng's phone rang.
He lowered his head and saw that it was a call from Qin Wentian.
Yao Zhenfeng quickly picked up the call.
Qin Wentian spoke in a low voice.
"Mr. Yao, please let Mr. Liu bring a few of his trusted subordinates to the underground garage."
"I need his help to collect a corpse!"
Yao Zhenfeng swayed on his feet, and his expression turned sour.
