With Zhao Xiaoyang as the center, an intelligence network composed of street gangsters spread rapidly.

…

Nine p.m.

Tiger Gym.

Lin Feng walked around anxiously.

There is no news from Captain Liu yet, and there is no news from Zhao Xiaoyang's men either.

Although Lin Feng had a keen sense of smell, the car was driving too fast.

Moreover, the car windows were closed, so the odor molecules from Song Jiaren's body did not spread out.

So there is no way to track it by smell.

"Damn it! If I catch these people, I will bury them all alive. I will do what I say!"

Lin Feng felt his teeth itch with hatred.

Whether they are kidnappers or human traffickers, Lin Feng hates them extremely.

Nine fifteen.

Zhao Xiaoyang's cell phone rang.

Zhao Xiaoyang immediately connected the phone and clicked on the speakerphone.

"Brother Yang, I have a clue here! At half past seven, one of my brothers accidentally watched a woman carrying a little girl in blue get into a black car..."

"Where did the car go? What's the license plate number?"

Zhao Xiaoyang asked.
Chapter completed!