When Chen Feng heard the words "female slave market," he flew into a rage. With a single stomp, he crushed his little sparrow into a pulp, then looked at the man with a pair of cold, merciless eyes, just as if he was wielding an ice knife in the depths of a frigid winter, and slowly said, "The route, the time, and the location, speak!"
"Next Wednesday, there will be an auction in Zurich. At that time, many buyers and tycoons from Europe will come to select the merchandise they desire..."
Chen Feng's brows couldn't help but twitch several times in a row. He had not expected that the people from IS were actually raising funds for their organization through human trafficking and extortion. They never intended to release the hostages they had kidnapped from the start.
