"Can you take the call?"
After answering the phone and listening for a few monts, Maria turned around and handed over her cell phone.
"?"
Song Heping was stunned.
"Yes, you."
Maria was very certain.
Nura urged from the side, "We don't have ti to waste with this white girl; we need to leave, or we won't make it."
Song Heping was well aware of the ti pressure.
But he still reached out and took the phone.
"Give her a chance."
Nura was obviously unconvinced by this reasoning, fixating on Maria with a vigilant gaze.
"Who is this?"
Curious, Song Heping asked about the caller's identity.
"I am Maria's father."
The voice on the line was deep, slightly hoarse, with a sense of maturity—a man with many stories.
"Ah... Mister Maria?"
"My daughter is nad Maria, but our family na is Nicholas. You can call Nicholas."
"Ah, Mr. Nicholas." Song Heping couldn't help but glance at his watch. "I'm very pressed for ti. If you're calling just to express a father's concern, I can tell you I've promised your daughter to keep her safe and get her to a secure place. She saved a friend of a friend of mine, but now she insists on taking over 200 villagers with her. I'm afraid I can't manage that."
"You're looking for $35 million US dollars, aren't you?"
Nicholas cut directly to the money.
"You can call and have your people check the account. Hasn't it increased by $35 million?"
"So soon?!"
Song Heping was astonished.
Transferring such a large sum into an offshore bank account isn't easy.
It had been less than ten minutes since Maria nad the price and made the call.
Is the money in?
Song Heping imdiately picked up his phone and called Ferrari.
"Ferrari, check if our No. 3 offshore account has increased by $35 million US dollars."
"Did you wire $35 million?"
Ferrari was surprised too.
"I found it was transferred by an Eastern European trading company. I thought it was a mistake; we don't have any dealings with that company. But Henry reminded , the company's na seems linked to the Eastern European mafia."
"Mafia?"
Song Heping was stunned.
He received $35 million from the Eastern European mafia?
What a crazy situation.
He suddenly felt like he couldn't wash himself clean even if he jumped into the Yellow River.
A mafia that could instantly produce $35 million US dollars was no ordinary mafia.
Great.
Previously, he was a radical, drug lord, and now linked to the mafia. Will he get the title of mafia boss?
The CIA guys wouldn't need to fra him; they would have solid evidence.
This is...
"Yes, I am part of the mafia."
Nicholas heard the conversation between Song Heping and Ferrari.
He was quite honest, directly admitting it.
"But now I have a legitimate identity, I'm a businessman."
"Ah..." Song Heping ended the call with Ferrari and turned to Nicholas. "Every successful washed-up mafia boss says that, businessman..."
Song Heping muttered to himself, darn, I'm still a radical, a big drug lord...
What kind of constitution do I have?
I've been educated to be a good person since I was little.
Now look.
Who am I dealing with?
Sneaky, ruthless secret intelligence agents.
Notorious South Arican drug lords.
Infamous rebel leaders.
And now, a washed-up mafia boss.
Though he didn't know what kind of mafia business Nicholas was into, Song Heping was certain of one thing.
A regular mafia wouldn't have the capability to wire such a sum to his offshore account within ten minutes.
"Now, let's not discuss identities, just my precious daughter, Maria..."
Nicholas got straight to the point.
"You promised her that after receiving $35 million, you would follow her instructions. Now, please fulfill your promise."
"I..."
Song Heping felt defeated this ti.
He thought a typical Doctor Without Borders couldn't co up with that kind of money.
$35 million was just a random number to force Maria to face reality and retreat with him.
Who knew, who knew?
She had a mafia boss father!
Whoa!
He dug himself a hole this ti.
"Do you want to refuse or go back on your word? Let warn you, if my daughter suffers any mishap, any problem, or you break the verbal agreent, I guarantee you will be hunted to the ends of the earth!"
These words made Song Heping uncomfortable.
What the heck!
Hunting ?
There are plenty of people who want to kill .
Can a mafia boss compare to the CIA's Secret Action Departnt? Compare to Mossad?
The head of the Secret Action Departnt is now a vegetative state in a hospital. Should I fear an Eastern European mafia boss?
He wanted to retort but decided not to in the end.
After all, he had given his word first.
A promise is a promise.
When it cos to integrity, Song Heping has principles.
"Alright, I'll take this deal." Song Heping conceded.
"Kid, don't worry. I will fly to Africa in half an hour. You just need to hold on; in 24 hours, I'll co to rescue you with rcenaries! As long as you hold on for 24 hours, the $35 million US dollars will be yours! But if anything happens to my daughter, I will demand your life! She's my only precious daughter. You must ensure her safety!"
Nicholas' tone grew higher, almost shouting in the end.
Well...
The mafia vibe was evident.
Indeed, even washed clean, the tone and mannerisms remained.
"Mr. Nicholas, I don't want to waste ti talking to you anymore because ti is valuable. Rember my number, contact when you get to Africa."
After saying that, he hung up the phone directly.
Far away in Eastern Europe, Nicholas was stunned hearing the busy tone.
He took a mont to react, then pointed to the phone and said to his loyal confidant, old butler Maxim, "That kid dared to hang up on ?! I've never had anyone hang up on first, only hanging up on others!"
Seeing his master furious, Maxim knew that his master's rebellious temper was flaring again.
Indeed, Nicholas had the clout.
The only person in Eastern Europe referred to as the "underground emperor," everyone from all sides had to show respect. His influence could sway the election of small Eastern European countries.
"Boss, I think now is not the ti to quarrel over who hangs up first. Miss Maria is currently in danger in Africa; we should mobilize all resources to rescue her imdiately."
"Hmm... reasonable..."
Nicholas cald down.
Nothing is as important as his precious daughter.
"Contact GA Company's boss imdiately. Select their 20 elite mbers and have them go to the private airport in the suburbs. Also, have Vasily arrange the exit procedures. I'll personally go to Africa..."
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