Miki Chaoyang stared at him. "Even without the Office of Personnel, I have many ways to kill you."
Ye Feng saw that he still dared to threaten him at such a time. He stomped his face on the ground. "It seems that Miki-san doesn't know what it means to have to lower your head when you are under the eaves. Then, I will teach you a lesson today."
As he spoke, he exerted force with his feet.
Miki Chaoyang felt as if his head was about to explode from being stepped on. He hurriedly begged for mercy.
"Mr. Ye, spare my life…"
"The same question as before. Did you send the truck driver who caused the accident?" Ye Feng heard his begging. The strength in his leg lessened slightly.
"Then the driver…" Miki Chaoyang immediately hesitated, clearly unwilling to admit it.
"You won't cry until you see the coffin." Ye Feng snorted coldly. He exerted more force on his leg.
"Ah…" Miki Chaoyang screamed again and hurriedly admitted, "Yes, I sent him."