593 An absolute beauty!

All of a sudden, the young hooligan rust to Fan Yu and exclaimed, "I remember everything! Fang Zi said that he was in debt and might need to head to his relative's place in another part of the country to lie low until the fuss died down—It is highly possible that he did not go back to his hometown, but headed to his relative's place instead!"

"Where is his relative at? What is the address?"

"This… Fang Zi has forbidden me from saying it…" The young hooligan bit his tongue.

Slam! Fan Yu lifted his hand up and stabbed the fruit knife in his hand toward the table.

Even though he did not utter a single word, this action of his was far more intimidating than any of his words.

The young hooligan trembled all over and blurted out, "It's at a nearby city, in City S. The address is No. 593 Prince Alley, East Street…"