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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

actually worth

squeezed a few words from the gaps between his teeth. "I don't want money,

Cole was nonplussed...

deadly eyes before asking curiously, "Don't tell me that

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

family?" Cole made

young man's

of the young man's grim and

"Who

the dirty puddle on the ground

shock. How dare this darn kidnapper humiliate

faintly, "Wait for me, I'll go and buy some gasoline. I'll let you know what it feels like to burn in a raging

Gasoline?

Raging inferno?

suddenly thought of something.

'Is that you, Jenson?'