A hard slap across the face was all it took; no need for other measures.
"You've got a boss; that means you're in cahoots with Ali. Good. Where is Ali, where is the stolen stuff, where is your boss? Tell me," Gao Yi asked. His questions were simple and logical. What else could he ask?
But the driver, at this point, once again played dumb.
"I can't say, I'd be dead if I did. Please, find it yourselves... I beg you..."
Gao Yi was so annoyed he wanted to laugh; he felt some people really had a screw loose.
"You think you won't have to die if you don't speak?"
Gao Yi said irritably, then waved his hand, and Peter's palm immediately swung up again.
With a few successive smacks, the driver's mind cleared, his knees went weak, and he remembered where his boss was.
"All the drivers are called Ali. I don't know where your stuff is, but our boss, he's in a house behind the Department of Transportation..."
He hesitated habitually for a moment but eventually said in desperation.
