He provided an overseas bank account number.
Rong Nanfeng gritted his teeth and said, "I can't possibly prepare so much money right away, I can give you half at most to start with, and I'll need time to prepare the rest. Also, my son just said he has a headache, what's going on?"
"It's nothing serious, just a fever, probably no more than forty degrees. Mr. Rong should prepare a bit quicker, no one's going to die."
This answer was practically a death sentence for Rong Nanfeng.
"I'll give you all the money, can you release Mu first, or take him to the hospital?"
The man on the other end chuckled disdainfully, "Mr. Rong, do you think I'm an idiot? If I release the boy first, would you give me the rest of the money?"
"If anything happens to my son, I won't let you go even if it costs me my life!"