Myron Jennings was definitely a little frightened by Ye Feng.
After his face turned pale, he took out a satellite phone from his pocket. "This, this is for you."
"I'll tell you how to use it."
"Just give me a quick death later."
Ye Feng took the satellite phone. He opened it and glanced at it, it was blank, and there was almost nothing inside.
"What is this?" He continued to point his concealed weapon at Myron Jennings.
"The greatest proof of my identity as Tyrant." Myron Jennings gulped. "To be more precise, whoever has this phone and the password to use it is equivalent to possessing the identity of the Tyrant."
"What do you mean?" Ye Feng still did not understand.
Myron Jennings patiently explained, "No one knows my true identity, even in the underworld."
"The people in the assassins' world receive the orders of the Tyrant by relying on this satellite phone."