lord of destiny

Chapter 713 Let’s 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, a man was lying leisurely on his boss's 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 asking 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 and managed to suppress 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..."

"Ok?"

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?

So cruel!

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! There are only 35, no, only 34 minutes left to detonate the bomb!"

"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?"

"2000 dollars!"

Fang Mu said directly.

"2000 million US 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 take action on 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!
"Ok?"

Fang Mu popped out a word with a nasal voice.

Chris D'Amico immediately shut his mouth obediently.

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! 2000 million dollars for you!"

Frank D'Amico said harshly.

He stared at Fang Mu, and remembered this face in his mind.

He swears.

When he rescues his son, he will definitely crush this face into crumbs!

clap clap clap!
Fang Mu applauded and stood up.

"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 2000 million US dollars is naturally not so easy, and it needs to be approved and confirmed by the bank.

After finally getting it done, 10 minutes have passed.

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

Frank D'Amico said with a dark face.

Although his lumber business is very profitable, 2000 million US dollars is not a small amount for him. It can even be said to be 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 1000 million dollars to buy this bomb. I wonder if you can settle the cost?"

When Frank D'Amico heard this, he almost smashed the computer in front of him.

$1000 million 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 door 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 13 minutes left. I don't know if this bomb is on time? But I think it should be quite on time for buying it for 1000 million US 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 was really not something that ordinary people could bear!
He's still just a kid!

At this time, 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 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 D'Amico, swear that I will personally let you go down and bury him with him!"

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

Fang Mu waved his hand indifferently.

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 line, it really makes people unable to feel the slightest sympathy.

(End of this chapter)