Little Dao was momentarily stunned by the question, then shook his head. "I really don't know. Mr. Han's residence? That's way above my pay grade!"
"You don't know?"
Ling Feng raised an eyebrow. "A street hustler like you doesn't keep tabs on these things?"
"Well…"
Little Dao hesitated for a moment, then tentatively said, "If you need it, I can help ask around for you!"
"Alright, I'm giving you half an hour!"
Ling Feng glanced at the time and said firmly.
"Half an hour…"
Little Dao was about to say that half an hour wasn't enough, but when he noticed the sinister look in Ling Feng's eyes, he swallowed the rest of his words immediately.
Turning to the guy Ling Feng had dragged here earlier, Little Dao barked, "Go find out, now!"
"Got it!"
The guy couldn't wait to leave. Ling Feng's overpowering aura was making his hair stand on end. Staying near him was just too unbearable—better to keep a safe distance!
