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Cole lay on the ground and said in an unruly manner," There are so many strong and capable men in the Yorks' stronghold, yet you chose a weak and inept person like me as your hostage. Do you think they care about whether I live or die? Listen, if I'm dead, then Spencer that b*stard will only send me off to the netherworld by beating his drums and blowing his trumpets."

The young man smirked maliciously. "Cole Yorks, you're the young master of the Yorks' stronghold. Why do you even bother trying to belittle yourself?"

Cole was petrified.

"You... You recognize me?"

"I will recognize you even after you turn into ashes."

"Fine. An honest man doesn't resort to underhanded means. Why did you kidnap me?"

The young man's thin lips curled into a blood-thirsty and cold sneer. "Why don't you give it a guess?"

Cole put away his unruly smile and said, "For money?"

Then, with an utterly carefree attitude, he said, "The Yorks have plenty of money. Go and ask Spencer for it, but don't ever shortchange yourself. Ask for as much as you want because catching me is no easy feat. I'm

to know how much I'm actually worth in Spencer's eyes

between his

Cole was nonplussed...

the young man's cold and deadly eyes before asking curiously, "Don't

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did not say a word, but his gaze was turning colder and colder like the snow that was piling up thicker and thicker on the ground

family?" Cole

fists under the young man's sleeves were clenched

glimpse of the young man's grim and sinister face, Cole knew

expression sank. "Who exactly are

the socks that had been stained with the dirty puddle on the ground and stuffed them in

dare this darn kidnapper

some gasoline. I'll let you know what it feels like to burn in a raging inferno." Having said

Gasoline?

Raging inferno?

of something. A blazing fire shot out of his dark and profound

'Is that you, Jenson?'