Chapitre 1819: Are You Freaking Kidding Me?

Only then did Ye Feng retreat to the side, creating a distance of two steps between him and Myron Jennings, to avoid smelling the unpleasant vomit.

"You were the one who arranged the Golden Buddha Statue at Canary Wharf, weren't you?"

Myron Jennings felt the unbearable mental and physical torture as he looked at Ye Feng with difficulty. "Before I answer your question, can you take care of my problem first?"

"Otherwise, I'm afraid that I won't be able to say a few words before I can't help but vomit again."

"This feeling is too torturous."

"Besides, I'm afraid that my thinking will be affected."

Ye Feng shrugged. "This effect will last for at least five to ten minutes before it's over."

"That's why I said that if you don't cooperate, it'll be too late to regret it now."