The middle-aged man on the sofa sneered lightly and said indifferently: "All the alarm systems in this house have been demolished. Qiu Qiang, we are not friends, you don't know who I am, it doesn't matter, I will let your father know."

Even though Qiu Qiang was not in a panic, he couldn't help but be frightened. He was about to fight back, and he raised his left arm and planned to hit the person next to him with his elbow, and then snatched the door out. However, the person next to him was well-trained and blocked his arm. After a needle from a syringe in his hand pierced Qiu Qiang's neck.

The six gods were numb, and Qiu Qiang closed his eyes unwillingly and fell softly into the arms of the person beside him.

The middle-aged man on the sofa had no expression on his face, picked up the landline phone in the living room and dialed it out.

"Hello?"

"Qiu Daosheng, I am a father, my son, Wu Bochen, who should I be."

"Charles Wu."

"In three days, I will see my son, otherwise you can feel how I feel."

Charles Wu turned a deaf ear to the sound from the phone receiver. After hanging up the phone, he stood up, slowly tied the buttons of his coat, and walked out of the villa first.

The bodyguards who arrived with him followed, two people holding the unconscious Qiu Qiang, and the three of them left before leaving.

Qiu Daosheng, who was watching opera programs at home, was as deep as water, without any rage or roar, which was all manifestations of incompetence.

Qiu Qiang's mother saw that Qiu Daosheng's expression was wrong and asked, "What happened? Charles Wu? This name sounds a bit familiar."

Qiu Daosheng waved his hand at her, walked back to the study and closed the door, and made several calls.

The name sounds familiar?

Even ordinary people have occasionally heard of this name. The head of the Xinjiapo Consortium, who is active in all over the world, invests in a horse farm today and a bank tomorrow. In the Business Report, Charles Wu appears at least five or six times a year, and he is the protagonist and never plays a supporting role.

In terms of level, Qiu Daosheng is not comparable to him.

Wu Bochen?

Qiu Daosheng only treats this person as a business competitor. Since the gun case and the catering chain of Xinjiapo Consortium exposed tax evasion, he has never heard of this person again.

I just thought he had fled back to China, but I didn't expect that his own father was looking for him.

Qiu Daosheng is not a gossiper, so it is enough to do his part well. The news given by the official gun case is everything he knows.

When thinking of the eight dead soldiers, the first person Qiu Daosheng thought of was Dong Fucai.

Maybe Fengya Group has gone too far.

In the community where Qiu Qiang lives, the security guard immediately rushed to Qiu Qiang's home after receiving a call from Qiu Daosheng.

There seemed to be no movement in the villa. Several security guards turned around and found no abnormalities.

The two of them walked to knock on the door with batons and found that the front door was hidden. They slowly pushed open the front door vigilantly, their ears moved slightly, and they heard a sound.

Dangdang

A grenade fell from the sky, and at the same time, the smell from his breath changed drastically.

boom!

boom!

Two explosions that could not be distinguished if you don't listen carefully.

Deafening.

The **-type villa was filled with fire, and the smoke of gunpowder was filled with. The two security guards who pushed the door and the security guards who walked around the back door were blown away. The front door was more than ten meters away, and the two corpses were beyond recognition, and there were no complete corpses!

While the grenade detonates, it also detonates the gas filled with the villa.

The fire soared into the sky. It was a mess.

The explosion caused panic among residents in the villa area, and chaos screamed one after another.

Top floor of Fortune Building

Dong Fucai has been considering the matter of cooperating with Tang Xin in stock exchange recently. He often thinks alone in the office after get off work. He stands in front of the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the brightly lit city, with a little hesitant expression.

Qiu Daosheng called just now and only said a simple sentence.

"Charles Wu kidnapped my son. If you know where Wu Bochen is, tell me."

Dong Fucai didn't answer.

The sequelae of the gun case.

Qiu Daosheng may not have imagined Tang Xin, and Charles Wu also thought that Tiansheng Real Estate was against Wu Bochen.

But Dong Fucai was able to understand the inside story thoroughly because of the Young Master Club.

This kind of thing is something that can be rotten even if you know it. It is definitely not a message that can be shared.

Because at least the military is involved, the truth will be leaked and even international disputes will be triggered.

Where is Wu Bochen?

Qiu Daosheng had two speculations, either he was arrested secretly or had been buried in peace. No matter which one, he had to know it.

Dongdong

The knock on the door sounded, and Dong Fu turned his head and said two words lightly: "Please come in."

Chen Xiao, who returned to Tianhai before the end of the year, was the first to come in. Behind him, Bai Yeyu, Xue Gangwu, and Feng Yuerui.

Three men and one woman stood behind Dong Fucai, and Bai Yeyu frowned and told Dong Fucai the latest news first.

"A explosion had just occurred in Qiu Qiang's villa in the western suburbs. Four security guards died at the scene and no other bodies were found. Qiu Qiang, at least not dead there."

After hearing this, Dong Fu thought for a moment, then turned around and ordered the four of them one by one.

"Chen Xiao, first handle the villa explosion, gas leakage, gas explosion, whatever. In short, tomorrow's news can only be a civil accident."

After hearing this, Chen Xiao took out the phone and walked out.

"Yeyu, you go and contact Director Xia, don't hide it, just keep it silent. Through road monitoring, find out where Qiu Qiang was kidnapped. If you cross the city, please ask for personal favors from the elders in your family. The administrative procedures are too troublesome, and you should act in a low-key and fast manner."

Bai Yeyu nodded in a clear understanding and turned around to do it immediately.

Traffic monitoring is not a nationwide network. Local area a can only ask for assistance from local area b, and cannot directly retrieve surveillance information. However, as long as people in the province are in the Bai family say personal favors, they will definitely give the green light, not to mention that this is not an illegal or criminal matter.

"Gangwu, if I remember correctly, Luo Zhanxiong and Xian Jiahao invested in a nightclub in Macau the previous year. There were some relationships and connections in Hong Kong and Macao. You can contact them and ask them to help you. Be prepared. Maybe this group of Singaporeans will transfer Qiu Qiang out of the country. We are not familiar with the smuggling routes along the coast. Maybe we are looking for a needle in a haystack, but it is better than not."

Xue Gangwu sighed lightly and obeyed his orders.

It's really ridiculous.

Macau has always been supported by the gambling industry and entertainment industry, but in recent years, the booming development of the mainland's entertainment industry and the tightening of policies between mainland China and Hong Kong and Macao, many nightclubs in Macau have been deserted and have to close their homes.

Hong Kong and Macao like to play mainland ladies, and mainlanders also like to play Hong Kong and Taiwan girls. Luo Zhanxiong and Xian Jiahao bought a nightclub when the entertainment industry in Macau was unsustainable. They occasionally went there to have fun. Someone prepared various foreign girls and Hong Kong, Macao and Taiwan ladies for them in advance.

Xue Gangwu despised them at that time, but now it is better, but by chance, he has a chess that can be used.

"Yuerui, go find Mr. Qiu and bring him a word. We can only try our best to save Qiu Qiang and come back. There is no other way. Just serve as the contact person on both sides."

Feng Yuerui looked worried and lustful, but she stopped talking, but eventually turned around and left.

Dong Fucai knew very well that if Charles Wu was looking for his son, then Wu Bochen would definitely have no bones left.

negotiation?

There is no room for negotiation for the other party's posture.

The villa explosion is a warning.

Charles Wu can do anything!

After taking out the phone, Dong Fu sighed and called Tang Xin. To be continued...
Chapter completed!