At this moment, Yang Dayong was truly afraid. He wasn't concerned about Su Qing's threats to his family, after all, he had been in this business for a while, and such situations were nothing new to him.
But he feared the identity of the young man in front of him was not simple. What kind of identity and influence could uncover all the details about his family in such a short time?
Moreover, even knowing about his little brother attending the third high school, was a blatant threat. The most crucial aspect was the batch of materials in his hands.
Even though Yang Dayong was unemployed, he still needed to eat, and hanging out with friends required money. Without a job, he naturally had to come up with other ways.
Three days ago, he and some friends stole a batch of materials to sell for some cash, but because the amount was quite large and the owner had already reported it to the police, they didn't dare to act and had to hide the items, intending to sell them later.
