"Ah... I... I really don't..."
Before the driver could finish speaking, Bo Yanqi tightened his grip.
The driver's upper body hung entirely over the guardrail. The moment Bo Yanqi let go, he would tumble over the railing and plunge into the valley below.
"N-No! Don't! I'll talk! I'll tell you everything!" the driver begged in terror.
He no longer dared to hold out. He knew that if he refused to speak, Bo Yanqi really would throw him down.
Bo Yanqi pulled him back slightly. "Talk!"
"It... it was Master Jiang! He had Old Six take him away!" the driver said fearfully. "They... they went toward the Old City District!"
Bo Yanqi yanked him back and threw him onto the ground nearby.
Then he got into the taxi beside them. The engine roared, and in the blink of an eye, the car vanished from the driver's sight, leaving him drenched in exhaust fumes.
The driver struggled to his feet, his face covered in blood, and limped toward somewhere safer.
He glanced at his smashed phone and gave a soundless, bitter smile.
Out here in the middle of nowhere, even if Bo Yanqi had not killed him, he would soon die from blood loss.
He might as well have held out to the end earlier. At worst, Bo Yanqi would have thrown him off the mountain and killed him.
Now, his life might not be saved anyway. And even if he barely survived, Master Jiang would not spare him once he returned.
"Young Master Qi, if you agree to Master Jiang's request, then I wish us a pleasant cooperation. Old Six will send you back to the hotel as soon as possible," A Zhong said.
Qi Si understood. If he did not agree to Jiang Honghu's request, then he could forget