Fang Mu's face doesn't turn red and his heart doesn't beat.
Before Frank D'Amico could speak, Chris D'Amico couldn't help himself.
"It's obviously an ordinary business..."
Business sedan.
What he wanted to say was this.
It was also because of this that he decided to take action on the car.
People who drive this kind of business sedan are generally ordinary working-class people, and the probability of problems is very low.
Even though he seems to be a middle-class guy, he still has to wear a uniform and a mask to do bad things.
But in fact, he is smart!
"Um?"
Fang Mu said a word with a nasal sound.
Chris D'Amico immediately shut his mouth obediently.
He was really afraid of such a vicious person as Fang Mu now.
Frank D'Amico clenched his fists.
blackmail!
Chiguoguo’s blackmail!
Frank D'Amico has been running rampant in the North District for so many years. When has he ever suffered such a loss?
Even the current overlord of the North District and the boss of the Black Dragon Gang were polite to him when they saw him.
Can he suffer such a loss?
"Okay! Twenty million dollars for you!"
Frank D'Amico said harshly.
He stared at Fang Mu and remembered this face in his mind.
He swore.
When he rescues his son, he will definitely crush this face into pieces!
Bang bang bang!
Fang Mu applauded and stood up.
"Boss Frank is very generous, come on, come on, this is a bank account, you can just transfer it to it."
He very thoughtfully gave up his computer to Frank D'Amico.
Naturally, a transfer of 20 million US dollars is not that easy. It needs to be approved and confirmed by the bank.
After finally getting it done, ten minutes had passed.
"The money has been transferred, now is it time to let my son go?"
Frank D'Amico said with a dark face.
Although his "timber" business is very profitable, twenty million US dollars is not a small sum for him, and can even be said to be blood-letting.
"Boss Frank, don't be so anxious."
Fang Mu smiled.
"Although the car matter has been solved, there is still the matter of the bomb. For your son, I spent 10 million US dollars to buy this bomb. I wonder if you can pay off this cost?"
When Frank D'Amico heard this, he almost smashed the computer in front of him.
Ten million dollars for a bomb?
It’s enough for you to buy missiles!
"Sir, greedy people usually don't end well!"
Frank D'Amico said coldly.
There was obvious murderous intent in his eyes.
The two people guarding both sides of the gate put their hands on their waists, revealing their bright pistols.
The threat is clearly revealed.
Fang Mu seemed unaware, still smiling.
"Boss Frank, it seems that there are only thirteen minutes left. I don't know if this bomb will be on time? But I think that since it was bought for 10 million US dollars, it should be quite on time!"
"Only, only twelve minutes left, Dad! Save me!"
Chris D'Amico said tremblingly.
He knew he shouldn't speak at this time, but watching the counter on his chest decrease little by little, the feeling of fear was really not something that ordinary people could bear!
He is still just a child!
At this moment, Fang Mu took out a remote control at the right time.
There are only two buttons on the remote control, one red and one green.
His fingers wandered back and forth between the two buttons.
Pause on the red key for a while and pause on the green key for a while.
Bang!
Frank D'Amico punched the tabletop, causing it to crack instantly.
His eyes were full of anger, and his whole body was full of momentum, like a fierce tiger, looking directly at Fang Mu.
"This is the last time! And! If my son dies, I, Frank D'Amico, swear that I will personally let you go down and bury him with him!"
"Boss Frank, I'm just fighting for the benefits I deserve."
Fang Mu waved his hand nonchalantly.
If this father-son relationship were applied to ordinary people, it might have some effect.
But when it comes to these two villains who are of the same origin, it really makes people unable to feel the slightest sympathy.