Zhao Hu stood behind the sofa and sighed softly.

And I was sitting next to him, playing with a lighter in my hand.

With a "click" sound, I lit the lighter and slowly stretched it towards Yang Qihu's chin.

Yang Qihu didn't dare to move. If he moved, his neck might be broken by the axe. But if he didn't move, his jaw would suffer...

Yang Qihu was sweating profusely and didn't know what to do.

The lighter finally stopped in front of his chin, the hot flame so close.

"Name?" I asked.

"Yang...Yang Qihu."

Yang Qihu seemed to want to use his name to scare us, so he added: "The seventh son of Ronghai Qihu, Yang Qihu!"

"Oh..." My expression didn't change at all.

Zhao Hu took out his mobile phone, dialed a phone number, and turned on the speakerphone so that everyone in the room could hear it.

"Master Fang." Zhao Hu smiled flatteringly and his tone was very condescending.

The Master Fang he spoke of was, of course, Fang Hongjian.

The head of the first family in Ronghai City, we now rely on him for a living, so of course he deserves to be called Mr. Fang.

"What's the matter?" Fang Hongjian asked.

"I caught Yang Qihu." Zhao Hu said: "This kid was hiding in the villa and wanted to ambush us, but we caught him. What should we do with him now? Should we hand him over to Bureau Zheng?"

Fang Hongjian was silent for a moment.

It seems that we didn't expect us to be so fast.
Chapter completed!