"Name your price!" Liev barked, having gone through plenty in his years building a legacy in Zamri.

When he realized that brute strength would not work, he must negotiate a way out.

Whatever happened, he must not lose his son or his lineage ended here.

"Nope."

But contrary to Liev's expectations, Mona had no intentions to negotiate and shook her head. "Someone told me to watch Claude and keep him here until she gets back."

"So this is not up for negotiation?" Liev growled, incensed.

"That's right," Mona replied nonchalantly and got herself a chair to sit on.

Live turned toward Jet in turn and asked, "How long does Claude have?"

"How long...?"

and quickly

at Liev, and said, "He's safe... He's not

Liev exclaimed in

balls kicked off, but the brat did so with precision, avoiding any major arteries. His veins and tissues are a jumbled mess, but he's not going

gulping as abject

do so with such accuracy meant that the brat could

when Liev remembered, "Jet, do you think the hospital

been praising the new

that she was an impressive

medicine-that meant

in uncertainty, but he did praise

a man with a collapsed heart, and it was not

growling viciously, "Don't think you can get away with this just because you're a martial artist!

Mona replied noncommittally, sneering ever so

a dozen minutes later, Liev's

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