bChapter /bb245 /b

    Brian couldn’t care less about them. He justy on the ground in stubborn silence.

    The young man dragged him into a corner, then pulled out his phone and looked up Brian online.

    “Holy shit!” the man gasped. “He’s actually famous online!”

    He excitedly shoved his phone in his buddy’s face. “Dude, can you believe it? We actually kidnapped the heir of Noxen Group! We’re fucking legends!”

    As he spoke, he crouched in front of Brian, pinched his chin and forced his face up. The man sneered, “Hey, look at this delicate little faceb. /bbAlready /bbin /bmiddle school? Wonder how much we could get for you.”

    The other man finally snapped. “This is Hamlin’s turf. If you’ve got a death wish, just say it straight.”

    As soon as he finished speaking, the door to the room swung open. A bodyguard entered with a tray of food, took one look at the man crouched bin /bbfront /bof Brian, and kicked him aside without hesitation. “I thought the boss had made it crystal clear to you people,” the bodyguard snapped.

    Doug Ryan rolled on the ground, fuming. “You motherfucker!” he shouted.

    The bodyguard gave them a once–over, set the food down on the table, and said coldly, “Our boss has no intention of targeting the Masons. If byou /bcan’t handle this, you’ll rot in prison while we find recements.”

    As he spoke, the bodyguard nced at Brian lying on the floor. “Unbind Mr. Mason. There’s an adjoining room here, lock him in there.”

    He turned to Brian again and said stiffly, “Don’t worry, we won’t hurt you. We just need you here to talk terms. I’ll bring your food over in a bit.”

    With that, he turned and left the room.

    After he left, Doug finally couldn’t hold back and spat, “Fuck! What the hell does he mean by that?b” /b

    Hispanion slumped onto the sofa resignedly, grabbed the takeout box from the table, and poked at the food with his fork. “Doesn’t look half–bad. Guess this’ll have to do,” he muttered.

    Doug yanked Brian up from the floor. “I’ll dump him in the back room and be right out,” he grunted.

    He shoved the bound Brian into the inner room, then instinctively reached for his waist, only to remember their weapons had been confiscated when they entered the vi.

    “Fuck!” Doug spat through clenched teeth.

    Brian shot him a fierce re, thinking, ‘The second these ropese off, I’m decking him and making ba /bbreak for it.!

    The bodyguard quickly entered, carrying a tray of food. Without so much as ncing at the two men outside, he strode bstraight /bbinto /bbthe /bbinner /bbroom/b. Setting the food down on the table, he frowned and demanded, “Why haven’t you untied Mr. Mason yet?”

    Wang snapped, “You took my fucking knife! How the fuck am I supposed to do this, bite it off with my teeth?”

    The bodyguard ignored Doug’s crude tone and used the knife at his waist to cut Brian free. He said, “My sincerest apologiesb, /bbMr. /bMason. Once bMs. /bHudson agrees to our terms, we’ll naturally arrange for your safe return.”

    The instant his bonds were cut, Brian bswung /bba /bpunch straight at the bodyguard’s face.

    But he was too slow, the bodyguard effortlessly blocked his punch.

    The bodyguard looked bat /bhim earnestly and said, “Our target bwas /bbonly /bbMs. /bHudson bto /bbegin with. bWe /bbnever /bbexpected /bbthese /bbtwo /bbidiots /bbwould /bbbring /bbyou/b. here. Rest assured, just stay herefortably. When the timeesb, /bI’ll personally bsee /bto byour /bbrelease/bb./bb” /b

    b08:33 /bbMon/bb, /bb30 /bbJun /b

    The bodyguard paused, then warned, “There’s nothing but woods outside this vi, and a blizzard is braging/b. Trust me, Mr. bMason/bb, /bbif /bbyou /btry bto /bbrun /bbout /bthereb, /byou’d most likely freeze to death.”

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