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?"

next heir, I'll disband all

Spencer was indignant.

type of person who would massacre a crowd

sight of this refined courtyard anyway."

and son's punching bag. To avoid unreasonable disaster, Jay stood up and walked

He was so like-minded with Cole, and it made him feel like he

Spencer felt so annoyed.

already made up his mind never to leave these six people on their mountain. Therefore, his murderous intent became more and more explicit.

Spencer nodded earnestly.

curled his lips into a smile.

have to disappoint you."

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 him coldly.

dagger, I'll

break into a cold sweat for

the older generation's generals, could catch the weapon thrown by his

voice fell, Spencer's dagger was