"It was you, who killed Jia Peng?"
Zhao Jianlong's gaze was cold and fearless.
The screeching halt of brakes grew louder, and the vehicles parked at the entrance of the alley filled up. One by one, security personnel from Rainbow Group rushed out of the vehicles, some isolating the surrounding area, others standing guard behind their companion, raising guns aimed at the man in a duckbill cap with his back to them.
The passersby on the street, not understanding the situation, realized that Rainbow Group was taking action and their expressions changed drastically as they cried out in shock.
But before they could get close, there were sharp rebukes, rudely driving them away.
"What, won't admit it?"
Zhao Jianlong squinted slightly, more than twenty security personnel coldly encircling him with murderous intent.
"Damn it, speak when you're spoken to!"
"Have you gone mute or what!"
