At the same time, Ji Shiting arrived in Yang City.
The man's face sank, and he drove fast. Old Yuan, who was sitting in the front passenger seat, was a bit afraid. He said half-jokingly, "Mr. Ji, are you going to die with me?"
"Dream on," Ji Shiting said expressionlessly.
"That's true. That's true." Old Yuan chuckled. "Mr. Ji, I didn't do it on purpose. I, Old Yuan, have been doing well in the triads all my life because I'm cautious. Which of those big shots are easy to get along with? They might seem to be on the same side, but in reality, they're all very cautious of you. Otherwise, why would anyone want to kill you after Jing Zhiyuan fell? Actually, I still don't know which big shot gave the order, but it's obvious that they think you're a threat. I agreed to let you go because I'm softhearted. Of course, I can't let you go back like this. Otherwise, I'll be in deep trouble."
"How long are you going to lock me up?" Ji Shiting asked.
