Brother Jiang's face sank slightly.

Lan Xiao and Wen Muchu looked at each other, Wen Cheng was not here, and Lan Xiao did not dare to let her know the news.

Before I was sure, Fu Ling was safe.

They wouldn't tell Wen Orange, Nighthawk contacted them.

"Nighthawk, what do you want to do?" Jiang Ge asked in a deep voice.

Nighthawk laughed in a low voice, the laughter a bit gloomy.

After laughing, he said slowly: "Jiang Beiming, what do you think I want to do?"

Brother Jiang's eyes flashed a little dark, he suppressed the anger in his heart, patiently, said to Nighthawk.

"I know, you want to change back to your subordinates. Don't worry, as long as you let Fu Ling return safely, I will keep the promise and let go of your subordinates."

"They are all fine now, unscathed... I promise that I will let them return to you safely."

Nighthawk gritted his teeth and cursed: "Jiang Beiming, your **** guarantee, I don't believe it... I don't believe it, every word and every word you say."

Brother Jiang pursed his thin lips and asked in a cold voice, "Then you said, what should you do? Since you called, you want to trade with me... If you don't want to believe me, how can we trade?"

"Are there anyone else beside you?" Nighthawk asked in a deep voice.

Brother Jiang raised his eyes and glanced at Wen Muchu who was standing opposite.

Nighthawk’s voice came again: "Who is standing opposite you? Is this Wen Muchu, the youngest president of your country S?"

"Yes..." Brother Jiang truthfully replied.

"Give him your cell phone. I want to negotiate with him."

A bit of murderous flashes flashed through Jiang Ge's eyes.

He gritted his teeth and handed the phone to Wen Muchu.

Wen Muchu took the phone, but did not speak first.

Nighthawk smiled and actively greeted Wen Muchu: "Hi, how are you President Wen..."

Wen Muchu calmed down and replied in a low voice: "Since you want to trade with me. Then tell me first, Fu Ling's current situation..."

The Nighthawk on the other end of the phone turned to look at Fu Ling who was tied to the stake.

He curled his lips and smiled, Dang Even took a picture and sent it to Wen Muchu.

"President Wen, count as me giving you a face... this photo, but I just posted it. Fu Ling has no injuries at all, and he is safe now. He is the prince of country G, and I won’t be a last resort. Moved his finger..."

Wen Muchu called up the photo, and Lan Xiao took a closer look.

When she saw that Fu Ling was intact, she breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as Fu Ling is fine, everything else is easy to handle.

Wen Muchu said to Nighthawk very cautiously: "A photo is not enough to convince me that Fu Ling is really safe. Who knows, could you prepare this photo in advance?"

Nighthawk knew that Wen Muchu was very cautious.

He was not angry either, Dang Even hung up the phone and had a video chat with Wen Muchu.

In the video, Nighthawk wore a black peaked cap and greeted Wen Muchu.

"President Wen is a good thing to be cautious. For such a simple request, I will naturally cooperate with you. Fu Ling's status is extraordinary, and I will naturally not touch him... If he dies, then my brothers will be gone. . This truth, I understand..."

Then, he pointed the camera at Fu Ling.

The clothes on Fu Ling are still neat.

No wounds were visible on the body.

His mouth was blocked by the cloth ball, and he couldn't speak at all.