The man's eyes were fixed on Yang Yan for a full three seconds before he softly said:
"If you know what's good for you, give me that thing, and I'll let you go."
"Who do you think you are? Just opening your mouth and wanting me to give you something worth two million, aren't you afraid of biting your tongue?"
Yang Yan knew that this man hadn't discovered his true identity, so he simply acted as if he knew nothing, speaking angrily.
"Very well. I've warned you. You're courting death yourself, so don't blame anyone else!"
The man dropped these words and walked away without looking back.
"I don't know what you took, but that guy just now is not simple. You'd better give it to him."
The old man watched the man's swiftly disappearing figure, then raised his head to kindly remind Yang Yan.