In the business car, Xiao Feng, Zhao Guo'an, and Zhen Jinghan were sitting in the back with their hands tied behind them, while a middle-aged man nicknamed Lao Liu sat in the front passenger seat, constantly wiping cold sweat.
"Are you hot?" asked the driver, who was about the same age as him.
"No, not hot, just a bit of a fever, sweating," Lao Liu concealed.
I have to say, Lao Liu was in a panic. He never expected Xiao Feng to request to be kidnapped.
Although the three were now tied up, Lao Liu knew that the other side must have something up their sleeve, or he didn't dare to bet whether Xiao Feng could break free and take his life.
"Old Zhao, next, I plan to assign you to the combat team and train with Mu Shihan and the others," Xiao Feng said lazily, "running and shouting for help on the street, only you could do that."
