Sir Ares, Goodnight

Spencer scoffed. "You stinking brat, how can you say that? Your dad is old now, yet you're persuading me to fight? Aren't you afraid they'll break my old bones? Are you dying to put me in a coffin?" Cole's lips started twitching.

"Someone who can break your bones hasn't shown up yet."

Spencer retorted impatiently, "Stop the nonsense.

Hurry up and tie these people up for me."

Cole looked at the mutilated pinky on his left hand and muttered, "I don't want to fight."

Spencer was stunned.

For three whole years, he had tried every means to force his son to fight. Either softly or harshly, and even coaxing and deceiving him, as well as intimidating and luring. However... Cole remained unbudged.

It was as if he had turned into another person and abandoned martial arts altogether. He would stay in his room to read or get drunk all day. Spencer was anxious to see his son degenerate into this manner. Spencer glared at his son in disappointment. "Even if you don't want to, you'll have to fight today. So many of the Yorks' stronghold's brothers are injured, and as

the next heir, how can you let this go?"

heir, I'll disband

Spencer was indignant.

who would massacre

implode this entire place. I hate the sight of this refined courtyard anyway." These words were

avoid unreasonable disaster, Jay stood up and walked toward Spencer, saying, "Old Master Yorks, calm down..." Spencer looked at Jay, and his elegant face

from? He was so like-minded with Cole, and it made

Spencer felt so annoyed.

intent became more and more explicit. Jay looked at him. "You

Spencer nodded earnestly.

a smile. "Sorry, I'm

have to disappoint you."

man's misplaced confidence came from. He quickly took a dagger out and pointed it at Jay's temples, grimly saying, "I hate it when people dilly-dally in

looked at

dodge my dagger, I'll

to break into a cold sweat for

entire Yorks Stronghold, including the older generation's generals, could catch

fell, Spencer's dagger was