Gao Yang's face was ashen, cold sweat trickling down his cheeks as he gained a new understanding of the young man before him, who looked no older than eighteen or nineteen. This kid wasn't a pushover; he too had clawed his way out from a pile of corpses. Today, Gao Yang was afraid, but this kid could stand before him with an air of nonchalance, talking smoothly without showing a hint of his real thoughts or fear, only wearing a grin that was neither here nor there, making Gao Yang feel extremely uneasy.
"What do you want?" Gao Yang asked with a trembling voice.
"Do you remember Zhao Tianming?" Yang Fan looked at Gao Yang who still leaned motionless against the wall, pinned by two Iron Nails.
Gao Yang tried hard to recall Zhao Tianming amid the multitude of clients he had daily, a faint impression coming to him: "Are you talking about Zhao Tianming, the CEO of Chengfeng Technology Company?"
