Spicy Strip sat cross-legged on the passenger seat with a solemn expression.
The fierce kidnapper looked over and felt that his young face was filled with a strong sense of solemnity. He could not help but want to kneel down.
It was as if a devout believer had seen the gods and Buddhas worshiped in the temple!
They couldn't help but want to worship him.
In other words, it was the so-called fan filter!
In fact, the Spicy Strip was thinking-F * ck, how dare you kill me? I'll send you to hell!
Spicy Strip was not a person who would dawdle. Moreover, he knew who it was.
This was a rare opportunity. He had to find the person behind this.
Otherwise, the one in danger next time would be his mother!
Therefore, in the cellar, after the fierce kidnapper killed his underling, he wept bitterly and confessed to the Spicy Strips.
The Spicy Strip listened and obtained more useful information from it!
