Facing Ye Fan's interrogation, the young man was completely befuddled. He was just an unemployed drifter, barely getting by on these streets. That morning, a well-dressed middle-aged man had appeared out of nowhere, handed him the newspaper, and instructed him to do this task. As for who Zhang Long was, he had no clue, let alone the identity of the person behind the scenes.
After being asked several questions in a row, the young man, already scared out of his wits, had no reaction and looked at Ye Fan with a terrified expression.
Seeing that he wasn't going to get anything out of him, Ye Fan let go of his right hand. Actually, by that time, Ye Fan had already guessed that this kind of message-passing job could be easily arranged by giving any random person on the street two hundred yuan. It wasn't only secret and safe but also convenient.
