D'Amico Group Building.

Frank D'Amico came back in a hurry.

His assistant came out to greet him.

"Where is that person now?"

"In your office."

"My office?"

"Yes."

When Frank D'Amico rushed to his office, a man was lying leisurely on his boss's chair.

"Boss Frank, hello!"

Fang Mu smiled and said hello.

"Where is my son?"

Frank said coldly.

"Well, here we are, come and say hello."

Fang Mu took out a mobile phone.

"Dad, my body is strapped with bombs, I, I'm scared!"

A trembling voice came from the mobile phone.

bomb?

Frank D'Amico's pupils shrank.

"What do you want to do?"

"What didn't you want to do? Your son damaged my car and he said you have money to compensate me, so I will come to find you."

Fang Mu shrugged his shoulders.

Frank D'Amico:(+_+)?

My son wrecked your car?

And then you seek compensation from me?

Why on earth are you looking for compensation like this?!

Not only kidnapping my son, but also tying bombs all over his body, this is called blackmail!

Frank D'Amico took several deep breaths and barely suppressed his anger.

"Chris, did you really wreck his car?"

"Yes, yes, no, no, no, no! No! I just scratched it with a knife, nothing..."

"Um?"

Fangmu's nasal sound is aggravated.

"It's broken! It's broken! I broke the car!"

Chris D'Amico was on the verge of tears. He regretted it so much now. Why did he provoke such a person?

So cruel!

They tied him up as soon as they disagreed, and even hung bombs on him.

"Dad, save me! Save me quickly! This bomb only has thirty-five minutes left, no, it will detonate in only thirty-four minutes!"

"Time bomb? You!"

Frank's expression changed greatly, and he pointed at Fang Mu, wishing he could shoot him to pieces.

Where did this guy come from?

Is there anyone who just started the timer without even talking about it?

There are absolutely no rules at all!

"Boss Frank, now the matter is very clear. Your son damaged my car. I want to talk to you about compensation. This should be reasonable, right?"

Fang Mu seemed not to see the anger in Frank's eyes, and wore a professional smile, giving people a businesslike look.

“Very reasonable!”

Frank D'Amico suppressed the anger in his heart.

"Tell me, how much do you want?"

"Twenty million dollars!"

Fang Mu said directly.

"Twenty million dollars? What the hell kind of car is this?"

Frank D'Amico couldn't help but swear.

"World-famous supercar! Specially customized version!"

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.
To be continued...