He opened the car door and sat in the backseat, Yang Zhihao paused, surprised to see not only Qi Yun but also two other stern-looking strong men in the car.
Qi Yun smiled and patted his shoulder, reassuring him, "Don't be nervous, these are my friends."
Yang Zhihao then relaxed and smiled again, "Uncle, how did you end up in the Philippines?"
Qi Yun chuckled lightly, replying, "I'm here to handle some business, and to ask you for some information."
"Whatever you need, Uncle, I'll tell you everything I know," Yang Zhihao answered without hesitation.
Qi Yun turned to look out the window and asked, "Did you see two young people, a man and a woman, kidnapped last night?"
Yang Zhihao, surprised, covered his mouth with his hand, "Uncle, how did you know!"
"Yes, I saw it last night, in the parking lot at the entrance of Good Luck, those two people were kidnapped, they also seemed to be Chinese."
