"Song Jingsheng, don't try to negotiate terms with me."
"Of course, you are not qualified to negotiate with me."
"And I hope you don't waste your precious time talking."
With that, Zhang Xiaofan raised his hand and looked at the time on the watch again. He pointed to the dial and said.
"Now, you still have less than an hour to live, so hurry up!"
Looking at the beating second hand on Zhang Xiaofan's watch, song Jingsheng was in a hurry. In less than an hour, is his life coming to an end?
He is still young. If he has a choice, he really doesn't want to die!
What's more, he was killed by Zhang Xiaofan through such inhuman torture, which is impossible for song Jingsheng to accept!
Thinking of this, song Jingsheng made a howling sound like a beast, saying: "give me your mobile phone, give me your mobile phone..."
"I played... I played..."
"I'm special. Give me your cell phone... I'll call my father..."
"Say, what's the cell phone number!"
Seeing this, Zhang Xiaofan's face showed a confident smile, as if he was not surprised that song Jingsheng could have such a reaction now.
In this way, song Jingsheng tears, intermittent reported out a string of mobile phone numbers, Zhang Xiaofan is directed at the horse next to him to make a wink, soon someone will dial the phone out, and put it in Song Jingsheng's ear.
Just listen. On the other end of the line, after three busy tones, they were quickly connected.
However, song Jingsheng began to shout at the phone, pulling his throat.
"Hello..."
"Dad... I'm Jingsheng..."
"Dad... I'm Jingsheng. Now I'm in the hands of Zhang Xiaofan. I'm dying... I'm dying, Dad..."
"Dad, please come and help me... Please come and help me, or I will die..."
At this moment, song Shiming at the other end of the phone heard that it was his baby son who called. He was so worried that his eyes were dark that he almost didn't faint.
After the initial shock, song Shiming also gasped for breath, and rushed to song Jingsheng on the other end of the phone, saying.
"Jingsheng, where are you now?"
"I'll arrange my men to meet you now. Tell Dad the address quickly!"
At this time, song Jingsheng was just about to say more. Zhang Xiaofan had snatched the phone first. He said with a smile.
"Song Shiming, I'm glad to be able to talk to you on the phone under such circumstances."
"I'm Zhang Xiaofan. Your son song Jingsheng is in my hands now. He still has less than an hour to live."
"If you really want to save him, go straight to guanyue mountain as I said. I'll wait for you here."
"I want to emphasize that he has less than an hour."
After hearing this, song Shiming glared at the receiver and roared, "Zhang Xiaofan, what do you want to do with my son?"
"I tell you, Zhang Xiaofan, if my son has any shortcomings, I will make sure you don't die well. I will make sure you don't die well!"
"Well, I'll wait for the day when you come to get back at me."
"However, your precious son is in my hands now. If you really want to save him, you can come to guanyue mountain by yourself."