Angie was used to seeing wars and people getting killed. When she was abroad, it was not uncommon to encounter terrorists, so she was not afraid of Eric’s threat.

She just touched his pet peeve, so he was merely throwing a little tantrum.

Angie could understand.

When she came to her senses, she reached out and yanked Eric’s collar in her direction.

Her face was also very defiant.

She said in a hoarse and quiet voice, “Eric, I’m not joking with you. Do you want to talk to him on the phone?”

Looking at Eric’s cold face, Angie reached out and took her phone from the side.

She then dialed a number. An unfamiliar male voice spoke.

“Miss, what’s the order?”

“Is he still alive?”

“Yes.”

Angie looked at Eric and hooked her lips. “Let him answer the call.”

In the next second, a trembling, fearful voice came from the phone.

“Help! Eric, it’s me, Dad. Help me! I’m Charles Ferguson! No matter how much money they want, don’t bargain with them. Hurry up and let me out! I’m sick again, an