"Who are you?"
The old man's hand suddenly rested on the bag he carried, which contained a sharp razor blade he used for shaving.
"There's no need to be nervous, I'm not here for revenge, I came to ask for your help in finding someone."
Chen Feng took out a large stack of cash from his pocket and laid it neatly on the table, then knocked on the table three times with his middle finger's knuckle, and pointed his thumb downward, gesturing towards the direction of the door.
Seeing Chen Feng's hand gesture, the old man finally took his hand off the bag and let out a sigh of relief. He said to Chen Feng, "So the young brother is also from the underworld. May I know who you are looking for?"
