C2149 Impudent!

The middle-aged man strained to turn his neck and locked eyes with Ye Hong, whose gaze was laden with murderous intent. His legs buckled in fear as he stammered, "Yes, it's from our factory."

"Your factory?" Ye Hong's brow furrowed, his sense of unease deepening. "Hold on, what's the name of your factory?"

"Ye... Ye Zhang Machinery Factory..