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When Pang Wenhao saw the black screen of his mobile phone, he hurriedly picked up his mobile phone and called Pang Feiyan, but he was prompted to turn off the phone.

"Who is he, who is he?" Pang Wenhao suddenly stood up and threw the mobile phone in his hand to the ground heavily.

At this time, Fang Min fully realized her wisdom as a female Zhuge: "Wenhao, call Mr. Macy right now and ask the ins and outs of the matter. Maybe Mr. Macy can help us."

"Yes, yes." Pang Wenhao said hastily after hearing Fang Min's words.

Ever since Pang Feiyan was born, Pang Wenhao has always felt that he was ashamed of him. He has been making up for it all these years, giving him what he wants, and turning a blind eye to what he did.

In his opinion, as long as his son doesn't mess with the daughters of those big bosses, there won't be any problems, but now...

Picking up the landline set aside, Pang Wenhao called Messi from memory.

At this moment, Messi was sitting on the sofa as if sitting on a needle blanket, and the cigarette in his hand was about to be burned out. If something happened to Shen Qian and Bai Chunzhen, his head would really be lost.

Just now Avril has given an order, if one of the two women, Shen Qian and Bai Chun, has an accident, Avril will kill him.

"Buzz...buzz..."

Surprised to see the phone vibrate, Messi thought it was a call from Jack, and immediately picked up the phone.

Looking at the number displayed on the phone screen, Messi was slightly taken aback, then pondered for a moment, and finally connected the phone: "Master Pang, what do you want?"

His tone was slightly unfriendly, if it wasn't for Pang Feiyan, would he be like this now?It would be weird if Pang Wenhao gave him a good face.

"Mr. Macy really upset me." After hearing Messi's angry voice, Pang Wenhao hurriedly lowered his posture and asked calmly.

"Master Pang is really humble. You are a big boss in Xiangjiang. If you go on with a word..."

Before Messi could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Pang Wenhao: "Mr. Messi, I, Pang Wenhao, was wrong this time. I beg Mr. Messi to save my son's life."

At this moment, Pang Wenhao finally couldn't pretend any longer, and couldn't play word games with Messi anymore. After all, every minute he was delayed, Pang Feiyan was in danger for every minute.

After hearing this sentence, Meixi's face was filled with joy. Could it be that Ye Feng rescued Shen Qian and Bai Chun?

But the tone was still calm and he asked: "Master Pang, I'm afraid you have found the wrong person. I'm just a foreigner. How can I save Master Pang?"

"Mr. Macy, please."

"Master Pang, I'm afraid I really can't help you with this."

"Mr. Messi, how can you help me with a chip?"

"Master Pang, if my guess is correct, it should be your son who caused big trouble by arresting those two people, right?"

"Yes, Mr. Macy, I also listened to you and contacted him, but..."

"Master Pang, you don't have to pretend to be in front of me now. You know whether you are doing it or not, and let me tell you by the way, you have messed with someone you can't mess with. Master Pang will never see the sun tomorrow. You can call Someone prepared a coffin for him."

Suddenly, Messi seemed to think of something, and continued: "By the way, you can get someone to prepare a pair for you by the way. You can use it in a few days."

Pang Wenhao was startled: "What do you mean?"

"Now is the countdown to your death."

"Then tell me, who is that person?"

"Him?" Messi snorted coldly, "I said my lady is his lover, do you believe it?"

After hearing these words, Pang Wenhao buzzed in his ears like spring thunder.

"Pang Wenhao, your life is about to stop here. If you want to blame it, blame you for giving birth to a good son."

When the voice fell, Messi hung up the phone, and at this moment the phone in Pang Wenhao's hand also fell to the ground.

Under the light, Pang Wenhao looked pale.

Of course he knows who the lady Macy is talking about is the proud daughter of the Rockefeller family... Avril Lavigne!

But Avril turned out to be Ye Feng's lover, which made him totally unacceptable, or dare not accept it.

After all, Avril's identity is there. She can't find the kind of man she wants, but he is just someone else's lover. If Messi hadn't told him, even if he killed him, he wouldn't believe it was true.

At this moment, Pang Wenhao was completely stunned by fright.

"What's wrong?" Fang Min couldn't help asking after seeing Pang Wenhao's stunned look as if he had lost his soul.

"It's over, it's over." Pang Wenhao murmured.

"What's the matter?"

"Hurry up, keep calling Feiyan, you must get through." Pang Wenhao said hastily.

His son actually provoked the man of Avril, the proud daughter of the Rockefeller family, which was tantamount to ruining the entire Pang family.

After seeing Pang Wenhao's appearance, Fang Min didn't ask anything, but took out his mobile phone and kept calling Pang Feiyan.

once, twice, three times...

I don't know how many times I called, but the call finally got through.

At this moment, Ye Feng had already finished work, and both Pang Feiyan and Fade Chen were lying on the bed panting heavily.

After Ye Feng saw the caller ID above, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Hello?"

"Can you let my son go?" Pang Wenhao asked with a trembling voice.

"No." Ye Feng said coldly: "For the sake of you calling me again, I will invite you to watch another play."

Speaking of which, Ye Feng turned on the video call, and with an extra fruit knife in his hand, he walked towards Pang Feiyan step by step.

"You...what are you going to do? No...no...don't come here."

Pang Feiyan, who was lying on the bed, couldn't help shouting when he saw Ye Feng walking towards him with a knife.

"Don't kill my son, I will agree to any conditions." Pang Wenhao only felt a sudden pain in his chest, and shouted hastily.

"Pfft."

Ye Feng brandished a fruit knife, and the sharp dagger cut off Pang Feiyan's nose as if cutting tofu.

"what……"

Blood spurted out, and the bloody nose fell to the ground. Pang Feiyan subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover his nose.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

With two more cuts, Ye Feng cut off Pang Feiyan's hand directly.

"what……"

At this moment, Pang Feiyan was in pain.

On the other end of the phone, Pang Wenhao only felt that someone was holding a sharp dagger and stabbing him in the heart one after another, making him feel that life would be worse than death.

"Let my son go, I beg you, I want to kill you and kill me."

"Don't worry, your son is not dead yet, I just cut his nose." Ye Feng's voice was very flat, as if he was talking about something trivial.

"you……"