"Hehe...hehe, Mr. Su, why do you threaten me with weapons..." Kirk forced a smile and said to Su Peng.

"Mr. Kirk, there is an old Chinese saying that you cannot judge a person's inner self by looking at his appearance. You are the representative of it."

"Who would have thought that Mr. Kirk, who is gentle on the surface and active in the upper social circle of Canberra, is actually a client who has been around for many years and has to go there twice a month."

"And your bed hobby is also very special. You like to hold the prostitute's throat when you are excited to make yourself reach the best."

"It's a pity that you will occasionally get overly excited... Two years ago, in a ***k, you used too much force and strangled a prostitute to death... But no one paid attention to you at that time. After you calmed down, you quickly created a plan to put the prostitute in a suitcase and take it away, dismember it, and then buried it in the garbage dump."

"But you never expected that what you did was caught by someone..."

"Am I right? Mr. Kirk?"

Su Peng asked Kirk with the soft sword he had obtained from the flat-headed killer.

Kirk suddenly turned pale.

"These are all told by Old Ultra before he died. Now, you should also accompany Old Ultra, but don't worry, with this little sin, Old Ultra can no longer threaten you in hell!"

Su Peng said, and as he said, poking Kirk's heart with a sword! (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!