Sir Ares, Goodnight

A hint of coldness and gloominess emanated from Jay's falcon-like pupils. "Get lost," he yelled in a low voice.

Pierre straightened up his spine and walked toward Jay.

He then tossed the cigarette butt to the ground bitterly and stomped it hard with his foot as if he was crushing Jay.

With a twisted look on his face, Pierre said viciously," What are you so proud of, Ben? Aren't you the most useless garbage in our fishing village? You have no qualms about making your wife earn a living for the family and sponging off her for financial support. Hehe, and now you're acting all noble and virtuous in front of me?"

Jay's lips parted as he warned the other man grimly." Get lost. Don't make me repeat this for the third time."

Pierre's gaze fell on his clenched fist. "Hey, are you trying to beat me up? Look at you. You look so soft and tender. Do you actually know how to fight?"

Jay recalled the moves that Angeline employed to fight those robbers and jumped up abruptly, launching a 540-degree spin kick. He sent Pierre flying far away. Pierre glared at Jay in disbelief. He wiped his

bleeding nose and got up furiously. "I can't believe you actually know some moves."

Jay stared at his fist. How strange. Martial arts skills were not something that could be developed overnight. Was this something he had learned in the past?

Pierre took out his mobile phone and put it on loudspeaker. In no time at all, Tiger's cries rang out from the other end of the call. "Save me, Daddy."

The touch of indifference in Jay's eyes was immediately shrouded in haze. "You b*stard, let go of my son!"

his phone, his smile twisted and ferocious. "Ben, I so kindly introduced the men from our fishing village to work at the Tourmaline construction site to

much do you

said, "That depends on how much your

how much Tiger was worth in his

It seemed rather insignificant.

indifference that Jay felt actually sickened

How could

his biological

now. I'm sure she won't spare me after knowing what I'm currently

any money to offer you.

Asia's president to

friend nor my relative? I have hundreds of thousands of dollars with me and I can give them all to you, but you have to let Tiger go. Touch a single hair on his body and I won't spare you." Jay warned in

was cold and stern while his voice sounded a s if it was submerged in

the determination to fight

not one cent less. Otherwise,

face turned

urged him. "Call her,

out his cell phone reluctantly. In order to protect Tiger, he had