“Young Master Harvey, right? ‘Does Fane dare to kill you?’ What do you think of this sentence right now?”
A mirthless smile hung on Fane’s face. He said, “You could’ve just returned me the 3.8 million when I first asked, but now…”
“I-I’ll give you! Please spare me! I beg you!”
Ruben knelt before Fane, petitioning for his pitiful life. He only realized how stupid of him to provoke a veteran now that he had experienced his viciousness first-hand.
“Fine. I’ll spare you. But make a call to your dear Father and ask him to send over 3.8 million bucks right now. It has to be 3.8 million, nothing less!”
“I’ll be over for a joint. Let me warn you first, you better not play any dirty tricks! It would be useless after all. And you don’t want the Dragon Gods to be in trouble!”
Fane continued in a lazy tone. Ruben’s thigh was severely wounded; the blood was practically spewing out from the gunshot wound.
He walked toward a big tree and stood under it, lighting up his joint casually and relaxingly.
He would not be merciful toward those who deserved to die.
Hope and subtle joy sparked within Ruben as he watched Fane walking away. He was given an opportunity to make a phone call too!
Ruben immediately pulled his mobile phone out of his pocket with his hand covered in blood, dialing his father’s phone number. “Father! I’m dying! Quickly come and save me!”
Ruben cried into his mobile phone as soon as Harvey picked up the call. “There’s a b*stard called Fane! He wanted to kill me, Father! He will only spare my life if you bring him 3.8 million bucks in cash! Otherwise, I will be dead!”
“W-What!”
On the other end of the line, Boss Harvey slammed the table at his son’s words and stood up abruptly from his chair. “What the f*ck! Who the h*ll is this Fane? How dare him! Is he digging his own grave?”
Not long after, thoughts flashed through his mind and he said, “It’s strange, my son. You’re abducted right? If it’s an abduction, it’s impossible that the kidnapper only asks for 3.8 million bucks. You should be worth more than a billion!”
Fortunately, the smart son of his reminded him of it. Ruben was right, if that b*stard saw so many people marching toward them, he would probably kill Ruben out of fear.
After some moment of thinking, he then said, “Hmmm. How about I send the five Tigers of the Dragon Gods over? They are all skilled combatants! It should not be a problem for them to rescue you out!”
There were a total of six skilled yet vicious men in the Dragon Gods. Any of them was skillful enough to defeat one hundred alone and even hundreds for some of them! They were widely known as the Six Tigers of the Dragon Gods, however Scar was killed recently and now there are only the Five Tigers left.
Ruben truly believed that if the Five Tigers came here, Fane would be so dead!
“Hmmm. It’s better to bring the cash along too, to prevent anything bad from happening!” Ruben advised his father after giving some thought to the matter.
“At least the cash would make Fane let his guard down, it will make him think that we’re really using the cash to exchange my life! Otherwise, I fear that I will immediately end up a corpse when Fane does not see the money!”
Ruben finally hung up after a few more words.
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