Qin Hao's gaze was slightly cold as he looked at the middle-aged man who had spoken, lifting his leg and intending to walk over.
A skinny young man suddenly ran up to Li Yong's side, "Yong, I remember who he is now."
Li Yong slapped the young man on the head, "Spit it out quickly, stop your damn stuttering."
The skinny young man had just been brought in yesterday. He was a thief named Luo Yunyang.
Li Yong and his people had been locked up for four or five months already, naturally unaware of Qin Hao's name.
Although Luo Yunyang's face still bore a smile after the slap, Qin Hao could clearly see a flash of anger in his eyes.
In such a place, Luo Yunyang had no choice but to endure. If he dared show any dissatisfaction, he would be welcoming a beating.
Luo Yunyang quickly said, "His name is Qin Hao. He is the boss of Jiangshan Group and Xinghai Company, the richest man in the world, but he is a traitor."
