At the same time, he waved the satellite phone in his hand. Han Hu was even more dumbfounded and immediately felt all over his body, but there was nothing—it was clearly in Ye Chenfeng's hand.
"You... you found me?" Han Hu asked in surprise.
"Yeah, I found you long ago. You didn't say a word the whole way. How could I not be suspicious?" Ye Chenfeng smiled sinisterly.
"..."
Han Hu's face showed an awkward look. He hadn't said a word along the way to prevent Ye Chenfeng from discovering him, but it had the opposite effect and made Ye Chenfeng suspicious.
"Ah? Does that mean now..."
Seeing Ye Chenfeng standing there, Han Hu thought of a serious problem.
"That's right, young man, you'd better get a good nap!"
Before he finished speaking, Ye Chenfeng moved. His five fingers spread wide and grabbed Han Hu's shoulder directly.
"Bang!"
At the same time, a knife-hand strike hit Han Hu's neck hard, and he immediately fell silent.
