Chapter 532

Tyson was a big catch—how could Fang resist coming in person to seize him and redeem himself? Seeing Tyson so flustered that he could barely speak, Fang sneered contemptuously, "Mr. Lamb, if I didn't know who you are, do you think I'd come here myself?" As he spoke, Fang strode forward. He then grabbed Tyson by the hair and yanked him toward the sofa. With a sharp kick to Tyson's knee, he forced him to kneel to the ground. "Talk! Where is Lense? Your superior—Myth Group's real president, Malcolm Gould! Is he still alive?" Tyson grimaced in pain, his teeth clenched. Hearing that they were looking for Malcolm, he immediately understood who these people were. "I don't know anything! I really don't! I'm just the vice president of the group, temporarily acting as president while the real one is absent. Malcolm's disappearance has nothing to do with me. You've got it all wrong!" Still trying to play tough? At this point, Tyson had no choice but to cling to denial. Fang nodded and said