Sir Ares, Goodnight

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

know how much I'm actually worth

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

Cole was nonplussed...

asking curiously, "Don't tell me

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young man did not say a word, but his gaze was turning colder and colder like

killed your entire family?" Cole made

under the young man's

a glimpse of the young man's grim

expression sank. "Who

socks that had been stained with the dirty

widened his eyes in shock. How dare this darn kidnapper

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

Gasoline?

Raging inferno?

abruptly as if he had suddenly thought of something.

'Is that you, Jenson?'