"An old man in his sixties or seventies, punching someone and sending them flying over ten meters? Mr. Yang, are you sure you're not filming a movie?"
Upon hearing Yang Yifeng's words, Zhou Shentong's expression turned very odd, his gaze sweeping up and down Yang Yifeng, filled with indescribable strangeness.
Helplessly, what Yang Yifeng had said was truly beyond belief, to the point that any adult in their right mind probably wouldn't say such a thing.
But when Zhao Ke heard what Yang Yifeng said, his eyes lit up!
"Mr. Yang, do you still remember that location?"
Zhao Ke said impatiently, but soon seemed to realize his lapse in composure and regained his solemn demeanor, looking at Yang Yifeng, "That important person also mentioned to particularly investigate the most unlikely events, I didn't really understand before, but now, hearing what Mr. Yang has said, I realize that they probably want me to look into exactly the incident you're talking about!"