Ye Feng took the mobile phone and asked directly, "Are you Chu Min from the Chu Family?"
"Indeed, it is I!" Chu Min retorted coldly.
"Was Hong Qingyan taken by you?" Ye Feng asked again.
"Correct, she is currently in my hands!" Chu Min's voice was equally frosty.
"Very well," Ye Feng nodded, then continued, "You can start making preparations now."
Chu Min was taken aback and asked back, "Prepare, prepare what?"
Ye Feng enunciated, "Prepare a coffin for yourself."
At the end of that sentence, Ye Feng hung up the phone, with no intention of wasting words with the other party.
Such trash, in Ye Feng's eyes, were like ants, completely unworthy of his time!
Hong Zhenguo, however, was stunned and blinked before saying, "That was it... You hung up just like that?"
"What else did you expect, to beg them to show mercy and let Hong Qingyan go?"
Ye Feng sneered with a wave of his great hand, "Seventeen, let's go, get the car ready."