The surveillance footage wasn't very clear.
When Pei Zhiyao saw those figures, his eyes narrowed, constantly trying to identify the identity of these people.
But the distance was too far to make out the faces clearly.
Even someone like Yan Jun, with his extensive connections, might not be able to find specific clues in a short time.
Pei Zhiyao looked at Yan Jun, who just shook his head.
Without exchanging a single word, they each understood what the other was thinking.
"What do we do now?"
Yan Jun asked as his men pinned the man, who had just been caught, to the ground behind him.
This was the only one who hadn't escaped Pei Zhiyao's control.
Now, all of Pei Zhiyao's anger was about to be unleashed upon him.
"Since we can't find them, let's go back to the room. I want to see what he can cough up."
The manager watched from behind, trembling.
Despite knowing Pei Zhiyao was ruthless, he didn't dare to interfere.
The man's cries of agony were unceasing.
