He Pingzhang gazed at the man curled up before him, unable to suppress the disdain that flowed from his eyes.
He methodically put on his white gloves and then stretched out his hand toward the black-clad bodyguards behind him.
The bodyguards hurriedly took out the cell phone and memory card they had found on Yu Yiyang and handed them over.
Looking at the photos inside, He Pingzhang laughed.
"How many pictures like this do you have?"
Yu Yiyang, frightened, hadn't yet recovered. Upon hearing the man's question, not forceful yet full of oppressive power, his brain buzzed.
He Pingzhang, with an unemotional gaze, passed what he held to someone nearby and then gave a signal to the others.
Immediately, a black-clad bodyguard stepped forward and twisted Yu Yiyang's finger ninety degrees.
Yu Yiyang's mouth, which had been stuffed with something, was now clear, and he cried out in pain.
"Ah!!! Help, this is murder! This is murder! I'll expose you all!"
