He was a mid-aged man, around forty, short and thin.
He watched as Shen Zhou and the others boarded the boat and disappeared into the crowd before turning to walk the other way.
Just as he was about to slip into a sedan, he was stopped by two people.
He frowned, "Who are you? What do you want?"
The ones who stopped him were Young Master Feng and Lei Shen.
The former chuckled, "Nothing much, just wanted to have a chat with you and collect some information that interests us."
The mid-aged man sneered, "What right do you have to talk to me, and what right do you have to collect information from me? Do you know who I am...?"
Before he could finish, Young Master Feng grabbed his shoulder.
His other hand swiftly pulled out a handgun and pressed the muzzle against the man's stomach.
He revealed a sinister smile, "Come on, tell me, do I have the right?"
The mid-aged man was startled and glanced down at the dark muzzle of the gun.
