Once Qiu Mu made up his mind, he was very decisive.

He looked at Wu Kai:

"Give me the phone number of Xing Bing."

Wu Kai did not dare to hesitate at all and directly called Xing Bing's phone number.

Qiu Mu called in just one phone call.

Three seconds later, the phone was connected.

Qiu Mu didn't say anything, and no one spoke on the other end of the phone.

Qiu Mu's brow moved slightly.

He is indeed a hero.

Everyone regards Xing Bing as the king of coal, which is obviously an extremely wrong impression.

The stupid nouveau riche may have died a hundred times long ago.

After a long time, a powerful and indifferent voice came from the other end of the phone:

"Who are you?"

Qiu Mu's voice was very calm, without any slight turmoil:

"Your son is in my hands."

The breathing sounds on the other end of the phone did not change at all, but Qiu Mu had a sharp feeling through the phone.

The other party said something:

"If I let him go, I just pretended that nothing happened."

Qiu Mu's voice was still calm:

"Two choices, your son dies, and you are half worth!"

But I fell into silence on the other end of the phone.

This silence lasted for a minute.

Then, the sound on the other end of the phone became extremely cold:

"You have a big appetite."

"good!"

"Who are you?"

"Qiumu, hatred, wood of wood!"

"Give me three minutes."

"I'll give you five minutes."

After saying that, Qiu Mu hung up the phone before the other party.

Wu Kai was sweating profusely on one side, while Lu Danian and Xing Yuanhang were completely scared.

Qiu Mu's attitude and the momentum on his body were already scared to death, and they had no courage to speak.

Qiu Mu didn't even look at the others, and directly gave a faint command:

"Let the irrelevant people get out of here."

His driver and the bodyguard immediately began to clear the scene.

There were more than 100 girls interviewed there, and more than 100 people watching the fun. In addition to more than 100 security guards, they all took Qiu Mu's power and retreated obediently.

Five minutes passed quickly and Qiu Mu's phone rang.

Qiu Mu didn't say anything, and the other party didn't say anything.

Long Qi's brows slowly frowned.

Qiu Mu's broken hand was connected, and there were waves of pain in the wound.

It's tricky!

This is too tricky.

But no matter how difficult it is, your choice will not be wrong.

Time passed by minute by minute, and finally, a voice came from the other end of the phone.

A very slow, very cold voice:

"You can kill him."

A trace of sharpness finally flashed in Qiu Mu's eyes.

He already knew that things would never be simple, but he didn't expect that things would be so difficult.

Since that's the case!

Then let it be.

Qiu Mu hung up the phone three or five seconds later.

Then he looked at Xing Yuanhang, who was forced to calm but pale, and shook his head:

"Xing Bing said I can kill you."

"No!!"

Xing Yuanhang was so scared that he kept sifting his thighs. He didn't believe Qiu Mu's words at all. He quickly took out the phone and dialed it three times with trembling before dialing it.

"Ass you, answer the phone, Jie Nima's answer the phone...Dad, save me!!!"

A shrill scream echoed throughout the corridor.

"Save me, they want to kill me, come quickly, please, you are the only son like me, wuwu!"

“…!”

Xing Bing on the other end of the phone almost crushed the phone in his hand.

Damn bastard.

Who are you not easy to mess with? You go and mess with the Hongmen people.

It doesn’t matter if you provoke the Hongmen, you provoke the big celebrity in front of Ao Long.

Among the four young masters of the Hongmen, the one who is at its peak.

Xing Bing was related to the Hongmen, but his relationship was only a close follower of the heir to the Western King.

The status of the close friend is two levels higher than that of Qiu Mu before, but it is not as good as that of Qiu Mu today.

The deputy head of the Zhengtang, the future heir of the Beiwang, gave his car last year to Qiumu, had long been spread within the Hongmen.

What does this mean?

This represents that this Qiu Mu is now soaring into the sky.

As long as Ao Long does not collapse and as long as Qiu Mu does not make mistakes, Qiu Mu is destined to be one of the core senior executives of the Hongmen in the future.

Xing Bing's cunning was unfathomable, but it was only used on opponents or others. Once Xing Yuanhang's voice was heard, Xing Bing was immediately confused.

Xing Yuanhang is his only son. Although he is not a good person, he is his only son.

During those five minutes, Xing Bing had already understood what happened in the Huaxia Film and Television Building clearly, but the only thing he didn't understand, or in other words, completely wrongly ignored Long Qi.

Xing Bing shouted gloomy on the other end of the phone:

"Shut up!"

Xing Yuanhang was so scared that he never dared to cry again.

"You little beast, what else can you do besides causing trouble for me?"

"Get out and stay there. If you dare to cry again, I will kill you with my own hands!"

Xing Bing hung up Xing Yuanhang's phone number and was silent for three minutes before he looked at Wu Yan beside him with a little dejected look:

“What should I do now?”

Wu Yan is Wu Kai's brother and the most powerful personal bodyguard around Xing Bing.

Wu Yan shook his head, his eyes flashing:

"Boss, if the Eighth Master can invite Mr. Zhu to come forward, this matter will be perfect. But if the Eighth Master cannot invite Mr. Zhu, then if the Eighth Master comes forward, we will at most give a sum of money. It depends on what the Eighth Master means now."

Two extremely gloomy lights shot out from Xing Bing's eyes and said with gritted teeth:

"Damn, this Qiu Mu is a big celebrity in front of Ao Long. The Eighth Master can't do anything, so I'll pay for it!"

The Eighth Master is the relationship between Xing Bing in the Hongmen, and Mr. Zhu is Zhu Shen, one of the four sons of the Hongmen, the son of Zhu Qing, the Western King.

Wu Yan glanced at Xing Bing and asked tentatively:

"How much does the other party cost?"
To be continued...