Jiang Guangrong's mouth moved. He shook his head coldly, "I don't know what you're talking about. I don't know that person at all. He was dead when the door opened! The three pilots in the control room are also dead. They should have been killed by him. Even if they gave me something, do you think I dare ask for it?"
The middle-aged man frowned, unable to believe Jiang Guangrong's words. After a moment, he suddenly yelled, "Open the door for me now, I want to see you search that big man, hurry!"
Jiang Guangrong had no choice but to turn around and open the two iron doors. He was searched by that middle-aged man. Shenglong Ridge had already gotten on Jiang Guangrong. Jiang Guangrong found nothing on him.
The middle-aged man was confused for a while, glaring fiercely at Jiang Guangrong, "Kid, don't fool me. Since that thing isn't on this person, it must be on you. Tell me honestly, or I'll kill that little girl!"
