"Can we... can we go now?" Seeing that Abeng already knew what he wanted to know, Old Shen hastily yet cautiously asked.
Abeng glanced at them and sneered, "I promised to spare your lives, but I never said I would let you go."
"Ah?" The two men's faces instantly turned the color of bitter gourd; they didn't want to stay here with this eerie child, not even for another minute.
"How about this? Once I find Long Yingjia, I'll let you go. By the way, where are you living now? Follow me tomorrow to the Mining Hospital to look for record sheets."
"This... Okay then." Old Shen was extremely reluctant in his heart, but he dared not show it and could only respond that way.
"Also, to prevent you from running away, I need to put a lock on you?"
"Lock? What kind of lock?" The two men suddenly became alert, but in the next second, they were each hoisted up by one of Abeng's hands, unable to move a muscle.
