Chapter 712 Talk About Compensation!

Damico Group Building.

Frank D'Amico hurried back.

His assistant came out to meet him.

"Where is that person now?"

"In your office."

"my office?"

"Yes."

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

"Boss Frank, hello!"

Fang Mu greeted with a smile.

"Where's my son?"

Frank said coldly.

"Here, here we go, let's say hello."

Fang Mu took out a mobile phone.

"Dad, I'm strapped with bombs, I, I'm scared!"

A trembling voice came from the phone.

bomb?

Frank D'Amico's pupils shrank.

"What the hell do you want?"

"Why didn't you think about it! Your son broke my car, and he said you have money to pay me, so I'll come to you."

Fang Mu shrugged his shoulders.

Frank D'Amico: (+_+)?

My son broke your car?

Then you ask me for compensation?

Why are you looking for compensation like this? !

Not to mention kidnapping my son, but strapping bombs on him, what the hell is extortion!

Frank D'Amico took several deep breaths, barely suppressing his anger.

"Chris, did you really wreck his car?"

"Yes, yes, no, no no no no! No! I just scratched it with a knife, and didn't..."

"Um?"

Fangmu's nasal voice is accentuated.

"Broken! Broken! I broke the car!"

Chris Damico wanted to cry, but he regretted it so much now, why did he provoke such a person?

It's so brutal!

They tied him up even if they didn't agree with each other, and even hung bombs on him.

"Dad, save me! Save me quickly! The bomb is only thirty-five, no, only thirty-four minutes left to detonate!"

"Time bomb? You!"

Frank's face changed drastically, and he pointed at Fang Mu, wishing he could shoot him down.

Where the hell did this guy come from?

Why don't you talk about it, just turn on the timer?

There's no rules at all!

"Boss Frank, it's clear now that your son has damaged my car, so I'll talk to you about compensation. It should be reasonable, right?"

Fang Mu didn't seem to see the anger in Frank's eyes, and he smiled professionally, giving off a businesslike look.

"Very reasonable!"

Frank D'Amico fought back 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 exploding.

"World-renowned supercar! Specially customized version!"

Fang Mu's face was not red and his heart was not beating.

Before Frank D'Amico could speak, Chris D'Amico couldn't bear it.

"Obviously an ordinary business..."

Business sedan.

What he wanted to say was this.

It was also because of this that he decided to attack the car.

People who drive this kind of business car are generally ordinary working-class people, and the probability of problems is very low.

Don't look at him as if he is a second-year-old, he has to wear a uniform and a mask to do bad things.

But in fact, he is smart!

"Um?"

Fang Mu popped out a word with a nasal voice.

Chris Damico shut his mouth obediently immediately.

He is really afraid of a murderous person like Fang Mu now.

Frank D'Amico clenched his fists.

blackmail!

Chi Guoguo's extortion!

He, Frank D'Amico, has been rampant in the North District for so many years. When did he suffer such a loss?

Even the current overlord of the North District, the boss of the Black Dragon Gang, was very polite when he saw him.

Can he take 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 swears.

When his son is rescued, he will definitely crush this face into pieces!

Clap clap!

Fang Mu stood up applauding.

"Boss Frank is grand, come here, this is a bank account, you can just transfer it there."

He graciously surrendered the computer to Frank D'Amico.

The transfer of 20 million US dollars is naturally not so easy, and it needs to be approved and confirmed by the bank.

After finally getting it done, ten minutes have passed.

"The money has been transferred, should I let my son go now?"

Frank Damico said with a dark face.

Although his 'timber' business is very profitable, 20 million US dollars is not a small amount for him, it can even be called bloodletting.

"Boss Frank, don't be so anxious."

Fang Mu smiled.

"Although the car matter has been resolved, there is still the matter of the bomb. For your son, I spent 10 million dollars to buy this bomb. I wonder if you can settle the cost?"

When Frank Damico heard this, he almost smashed the computer in front of him.

Ten million dollars to buy a bomb?

It's enough for you to buy missiles!

"This gentleman, a greedy person, usually ends badly!"

Frank D'Amico said coldly.

There was a clear killing intent in his eyes.

The two guards on both sides of the gate put their hands on their waists, revealing their gleaming pistols.

The meaning of threat is fully 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 is on time? But I think it should be quite on time if I bought it for ten million dollars!"

"Only, only twelve minutes left, Dad! Help me!"

Chris Damico 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 is really not something ordinary people can bear!

He's just a kid!

At this time, Fang Mu took out a remote control in a very timely manner.

There are only two buttons on the remote control, one red and one green.

His fingers flicked back and forth between the two buttons.

Pause on the red key for a while, and pause on the green key for a while.

boom!

Frank D'Amico punched the tabletop, and the tabletop was cracked instantly.

I saw his eyes were full of anger, his whole body exploded, like a tiger, looking directly at Fang Mu.

"This is the last time! And! If my son dies, I, Frank Damico, swear, I will let you go down to be buried with him myself!"

"Boss Frank, I'm just fighting for what I deserve."

Fang Mu waved his hand indifferently.

If this father-son relationship is placed on ordinary people, it may still have some effect.

But when it comes to these two big villains who are in the same line, it really can't make people feel the slightest sympathy.

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