"You..." Brother Chuan looked at Leng Zimo, "I know, aren't you that big star..."
Bang!
Leng Zimo's fist hit Brother Chuan's face heavily. With just one punch, he knocked Brother Chuan to the ground, his face covered in blood.
Stepping forward, he grabbed Brother Chuan by the collar.
"I'm asking you one more time, where is the person?"
There was no fear on Brother Chuan's face. He spat out a mouthful of bloody spit and rolled his eyes at Leng Zimo, "The world is full of fucking people, how would I know who you're talking about?"
"Mr. Leng, please calm down!" Old Zhao rushed forward, grabbing the fist that Leng Zimo had swung, "Let me ask him. You stand aside and listen, okay?"
Leng Zimo, clenching his teeth, glanced at Brother Chuan and stepped aside.
With a light wave of his hand, Old Zhao had several detectives take Hou Er out. He bent over to pull Brother Chuan up into the chair, then handcuffed him to it.
