"Boss Yang, thank you for showing me the way. We'll head out first." Lin Fei reached out and patted Yang Wenhui's shoulder, expressing his gratitude to him.
The muscles on Yang Wenhui's face twitched, unclear if it was from anger or embarrassment, but he had to say, "No need to be polite, Young Master Lin. Take care."
At this moment, Ruyan also believed that the reason Lin Fei could come here to rescue her was thanks to Yang Wenhui's help.
It seemed that this time Zhang Peng had detained her here not on the Cyan Dragon Group's orders, but as a personal act of revenge.
Just as Lin Fei and Ruyan were about to reach the warehouse door, they heard a shout from outside, "Everyone, follow me quickly. That guy has our president held hostage inside."
Lin Fei recognized the voice; it was Zhang Peng's.
Needless to say, earlier outside, Zhang Peng had used a whistle to call in attack dogs against Lin Fei, which allowed him to escape.
