"I want the money now, or you're dead." Mo Huasong gave Ma Jun another slap, knocking out two more of his teeth.
Ma Jun screamed in pain, hurriedly took out his phone and called his father. "Dad, I've been captured by Mo Huasong. He'll only let me go for a hundred million."
"What? Mo Huasong? One hundred million?" Ma Richeng was shocked.
He deemed Mo Huasong as dangerous, which was why he had spent a fortune hiring several martial arts experts to protect his son. "Where are those bodyguards?"
"They've had their martial arts crippled by Mo Huasong," Ma Jun reported the event.
"Alright, I'll give him one hundred million." Ma Richeng hadn't expected Mo Huasong to be so ruthless. No point arguing now, they should first rescue his son.
Soon, Wu Yuzhen's mobile bank notification popped up, confirming the transaction. "Huasong, a hundred million has been transferred to us," Wu Yuzhen excitedly turned to Mo Huasong.
