Hang Mushan saw the message he received on his phone.
He immediately breathed a sigh of relief, patted his chest to calm his pounding heart.
Good, good.
It wasn't to break his legs.
He flopped onto the sofa and replied to the message in a very subservient manner.
[Hang Mushan]: "Don't worry, boss, it's just a leg, no need for payment, I'll have my brother take care of it right away."
After sending the message, Hang Mushan quickly contacted the underling sent to Jingcheng to handle Fu Xiao, instructing him to break both of Fu Xiao's legs.
After giving the order, Hang Mushan finally felt completely at ease.
Yan Yi, legs crossed and drink in hand, looked at the relaxed Hang Mushan and asked, "Is it that influential person you met abroad contacting you again?"
Hang Mushan mumbled affirmatively, taking a gulp of ice water.
