"I don't know either!" Shen Huiming lamented with a distraught face, "Why don't you let me make a phone call to find out?"
"Give me his phone number," Yang Yu said. "I'll go find him myself."
"Okay," Shen Huiming cried, "You can find it in the contacts on my phone."
Yang Yu found Shen Zhong's phone number and casually sent it to Xu Fan, "Ah Fan, help me locate this number."
"Okay, Brother Yu," Xu Fan took action immediately, and in less than a minute, he sent Yang Yu a location.
Yang Yu knocked Shen Huiming unconscious with a chop of his hand and sauntered out of the Shen Group building...
In a logistics warehouse in Tianhai City, a man in his thirties with a fierce look was sharpening a dagger on a whetstone, producing a sharp, piercing sound.
Next to him, a middle-aged couple lay on the ground, bloodstains already dry, evidently dead for some time.
A teenage girl lay beside the middle-aged couple, sobbing quietly, "Dad, Mom..."
