This was a spacious and tidy warehouse, not far from where Yin Feng was staying. Yin Feng didn't know where Chen Feng had found such a place. In fact, the more he interacted with Chen Feng, the more he realized how powerful his assistant was. Not only did he serve him with meticulous care and comfort, handling all sorts of high-level relationships in the police department, publishing house, and film and television companies on his behalf, but Chen Feng also seemed to have some inexplicable methods, always able to bring him the results he wanted without ever really discussing the reasons why.
Moreover, Chen Feng was utterly loyal. Yin Feng, often secretly checking his own company's accounts, found no problems whatsoever. Chen Feng was honest and devoted to him.
And now, Chen Feng and he sat on the cargo crates in the warehouse, facing five people Chen Feng had found for him.
Yin Feng looked at one, then another, with an unmistakable tone of disdain: "These are the ones?"
