Huff... Huff...

Gibbs' eyes were red, and hot air came out of his nose. His throat seemed to have a mouthful of phlegm stuck, which made his whole voice sound like it was coming from his chest. He was lying on the bed, and his left leg was still covered with a cast. The doctor said it was a fracture. This was quite serious and he was old, so he probably wouldn't recover well.

He is not falling out now, he is completely holding his chest.

He had received a call from the French school. Bannerk had not been to school for three days and had not asked for leave from the teacher. According to the classmate who had seen him at the end, Bannerk originally pulled his new girlfriend whom he found from the bar and planned to communicate, but he didn't know later. When he found the new girlfriend, the other party was already lying on the icu. The doctor said that he had suffered a heavy blow on the head and found a pinhole on his body, which showed signs of marijuana, and it was not ruled out...self-abuse.

Gibbs, who heard this explanation, was not angry, just said lightly, "Damn it."

Moreover, the police in Paris were not concerned at all. Even if Gibbs had partners in France, would those people make great contributions to Banneck? No, to put it bluntly, they just needed to use him.

"Clive!" Gibbs spoke, with a deep fatigue in his voice. The confidant who was standing outside the door pushed the door in. A black man, about 1.6 meters tall, with a pair of glasses, looked a little gentle, "Boss, what are the instructions?"

"Benack must be rescued. No matter what the robbers say, they promised them." Gibbs grabbed Clive's arm. The thin palms were covered with old man spots, and even their cheeks were much thinner. The blow he had recently suffered was too great. He was crushed by the Savior Company in business. It was already a burning fragrance to survive his life. He originally thought that with the support of the French, he could counterattack in the dilemma, and even prepared to pull Tang Dao off the horse.

But Bannac's blow was really too big.

He is just this son!

"Help me take Bannerk back..." Gibbs's tone was difficult, with a sick flush on his face, which was more like a rebirth. He begged Clive, and he could believe in it now.

"Boss, don't worry, I will definitely not let Bannerk be hurt, but... I think our abilities are limited and we need help from outside." Clive looked at Gibbs like this and sighed in his heart. The hero of the Somali era survived the rule of Siad Barre and resisted the exploitation of Edid, but fell at Hassan's feet.

No, it should have fallen at the feet of the times.

"I think we can ask the savior company for help, and their intelligence department can help us." Clive said carefully, looking at Gibbs, perhaps because he felt that his life was not long, or because he was passionate about his only son. The old man just pondered for a while, then nodded, raised his head, and sighed, "Then please trouble Mr. Nicholas, tell him that as long as he helps to get my son back, I can give him all he wants."

Clive responded expressionlessly, covered Gibbs with a blanket, looked at the other party deeply, nodded at the medical staff in the house, signaling them to look at Gibbs, and walked out by himself, gently brought the door, unconsciously faster, entered the room next door, locked the door, picked up the phone, and dialed it out according to the phone number.

"Hey?" There was a rough male voice across the street, and Clive's heart trembled, "Mr. Gibbs only hopes that Bannerk will go home, and he will agree to any conditions."

"Okay, I will convey this matter. You did a good job. Someone who promised you a hundred thousand dollars will be placed in the shoe box at your doorstep, and your wife and wife will also go home safely." After saying that, the opposite person hung up the phone. Listening to the busy voice inside, Clive held the microphone with his eyes lifeless, and he let out a long sigh.

He felt ashamed and followed Gibbs for nearly thirty years. The latter was not bad to him, but at this critical point, Clive betrayed Gibbs.

The man didn't say his identity just now, but Clive, who had lived for so long, still vaguely guessed something. He just hoped that the gentleman could keep his word. He stayed in his office for a long time. When it was over 6 o'clock in the evening, the nanny saw that he had not come down to have dinner, so he went up to him and knocked for a while, but no one responded. In doubt, the nanny opened the door with a backup, and then screamed.

Clive was found hanging himself.

Gibbs heard the news and vomited another mouthful of blood, and was terminally ill.

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"Okay, I understand, let Lihui do it." Tang Dao said to Brother Ma. The latter hesitated and paused, "Boss, should you do something thoroughly?"

Tang Dao glanced at Brother Ma, "I'm so angry that Gibbs won't live long. Can Banner still seek revenge on us? There is no need, don't let the trouble in your hands."

"Yes." Little Ma Ge whispered, then turned around and left.

Tang Dao glanced at Brother Ma's back and walked back to the living room. He had a happier smile on his face, and said, "I'm very sorry, Mr. Kang has made you wait for a long time."

There were two people sitting in the living room, with artistic beards, well-organized and thick eyebrows, which gave people a bit of a favor. They were wearing jackets, but looking at the decoration, it was not cheap.

"Mr. Tang is very busy, and I took the initiative to disturb me." Mr. Kang said in a very literary way. "I'm not going to the Three Treasures Palace for nothing. I've talked to you on the phone before. I don't know what Mr. Tang thinks?"

Mr. Kang came from HK and took root there for hundreds of years. The Kang family may not be very famous in HK, but in Indonesia, Singapore is well-known. Since 1978, the Kang family has almost never been on the Forbes rich list, with a total assets of up to 3.6 billion US dollars. It is mainly engaged in education, finance, navigation, and there are more than a dozen manors in the UK, mainly producing good beef.

Kang Youqing is the third-generation leader of the Kang family. He may be in charge of the Kang family's family in the future. Of course, the old man is not dead yet. The reason why he came is that the Kang family's goods in Africa were recently robbed by a group of pirates, worth 70 million pounds, and there are 30 crew members. They asked for 40 million pounds. This price is too high, and the Kang family is also a bit tricky. If all these crew members are in trouble, it will definitely be a blow to their maritime career.

This incident was also in the newspaper, causing a stir within a certain range.

I don’t know why, but through the middleman, I came to Tang Dao and hoped that he would help.

"Our Kang family will not bother Mr. Tang. This is a 5 million pound check and a manor in the UK." Kang Youqing took out a stack of paper from his bag and placed it on the table.

Tang Dao didn't even look at it. Of course, it was not that this was difficult, but because he, Mr. Tang, could not cut off other people's financial resources. Sometimes the rules had to be abide by. He thought for a while before speaking, "Chali and I are good partners and friends, and we have a close personal relationship. Since Mr. Kang came to me through him, of course I would give face, but you also know that those pirates also have to eat, so I can't give food to others."

"Three million pounds, as long as they put our goods, the money will arrive soon." Kang Youqing said immediately.

Tang Dao was very satisfied. When he met a smart and superior person, he would feel comfortable speaking.

"Then this matter is covered by me. In Africa, I, Mr. Tang, still have some face."

Kang Youqing was overjoyed and kept thanking him. He politely declined Tang Dao's invitation to leave for dinner, and hurriedly left with the people. Tang Dao did not send him off, but just asked Brother Ma to represent him.

"Please stay." Kang Youqing smiled and waved his hand to Brother Ma. After the bodyguard opened the door, he sat in, "Drive."

The driver drove slowly and walked out for dozens of meters. The young man next to Kang Youqing finally couldn't help it.

"Dad, is it necessary to be so polite to him? Is our Kang family so good for asking others?" Kang Shijie said dissatisfied. Looking at his father's polite appearance just now, he felt that his pride was broken. They are the Kang family, the rich family, and they also have a certain political influence. He is the center wherever Kang Shijie goes.

Kang Youqing smiled and looked at his indignant son, "Do you know why I brought you here this time?"

Kang Shijie shook his head.

"Your grandpa is planning to hand over the British business to you." As soon as Kang Youqing said this, the latter was happy. The British business was a big deal, which also meant that he was preparing to enter the core circle. But then he said, "But Changhui, the second wife, is also a candidate. Do you think you are better than your cousin?"

Kang Shijie suddenly withered. His cousin, who was two years older than him, was a genius since childhood. He was admitted to New York University's Stern School of Business at the age of 16. This school is adjacent to Wall Street and has contacts with hundreds of world-class financial research institutions. At the age of 20, Kang Changhui received invitations from more than 20 world-class companies.

But the old man at home felt that young people should work from the grassroots level, so he specially sent him to a family financial institution as an account manager and concealed his identity. He was already the best at the age of 22 and was a well-known financial hunter. He started his business at the age of 23 and mainly engaged in the Internet industry. His current annual income is about 30 million US dollars.

Typical children from other people's home.

Since Xiaokang Shijie has been hit a lot, and compared with such people, he has no idea of ​​competing for it.

"But sometimes, your cousin is too proud!" Kang Youqing said directly, but he didn't say much about the younger generation. "I took you out just to see and increase your experience. Don't know how to take women and racing all day long. Your world is that big, don't sit in the frog in the well."

"If our Kang family is white, then Mr. Tang just now is black, white and gray! I am not enough for you to be dead. In Africa, no one says anything heavier than him."

Kang Youqing looked at the shocked Kang Shijie. He said so much, and only hoped that his son could grow up.

After all, growth is lonely and there is not even a radical.

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Chapter completed!