I'm Not Talking About This Kind of Humiliation

"This is the portrait of that person. Immediately get the people of the Chaoxin Gang to search carefully. I want to see the person alive or dead." Ye Feng first took out his phone and took a photo of the portrait before handing it to Gao Hu.

When Gao Hu received the portrait, he was even more shocked. There was even a portrait?

"Mr. Ye, how did you interrogate him? Can you pass on some experience to your brother? Maybe it'll be useful next time." He immediately showed a fawning expression. He wanted to learn some advanced techniques from Ye Feng.

"Do you want to try it yourself? I'm happy to help." Ye Feng immediately revealed a malicious smile.

Gao Hu was a big man. He was so scared that he shrunk like a kitten. "Then I'll just stop learning."

"Mr. Ye, don't worry. I'll immediately get the brothers of the Chaoxin Gang to investigate. As long as this b*stard dares to appear in Yang Cheng again, I'll definitely find him."